High above the burning architecture of the Fragrance Melody Sect, the sky had become a domain of death reserved for the gods of the cultivation world. The air pressure here was heavy enough to crush a mortal into paste, distorted by the clashing auras of Core Formation experts. The clouds were stained a violent, bruising purple, reflecting the chaotic energies unleashed by the demonic invaders.
Sect Leader Hua Yimei floated amidst the turbulence, her elegant pink robes whipping violently around her voluptuous form. Her face, usually a picture of serene, mature beauty, was now a mask of icy fury, though beads of sweat marred her perfect forehead. In her hands, she clutched the sect's supreme treasure, the Nine-String Phoenix Zither. The instrument, recently refined with the Nirvana Phoenix Fire Wood that Wang Jian's group had "recovered," pulsed with a vibrant, golden-red heat that seemed to possess a heartbeat of its own.
