The horizon looked strange ahead. Light bent in odd ways, colors mixed together, and clouds twisted before breaking apart. Even from far away, the traces of the Myriad Sect's ruins spread into the sky.
Haiyun squinted. "That's the boundary. We're still days away, but the formations are already leaking out."
Elder Lin stayed calm, his eyes shining faintly with rune patterns as he studied it. "The seal is weakening. In three days it will open. Until then, no one can enter—not even us."
Tian Lei stared at the distortion without blinking. To others, it might look dangerous. To him, it was something to study.
As they flew closer, more groups appeared. Spirit beasts and vessels crossed the skies, each carrying banners of different Divine Lands. At the front of each group stood a formation master, symbols and arrays floating at their fingertips.
Haiyun gave a small smile. "Seven Divine Lands have sent their people. They're not holding back."
