The legends spoke of other continents beyond the seas, far from the lands ruled by the orthodox sects. Remote places that few dared to speak of, where the rules of heaven and earth twisted in unnatural ways.
Han Yu had been unsure of how true the words of his fellow disciples who had read the legends and stories were. But now... he was not so sure.
If the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect truly hailed from one of those distant continents, then everything he thought he knew about power, heritage, and cultivation paled in comparison.
Still, there was nothing he could do but observe. His curiosity burned, but he kept his head low, pretending to be just another follower among thousands.
He glanced at the disciples ahead.
They were descending the plateau through a long and winding staircase carved directly into the rock. From above, it looked like a serpent uncoiling from the mountain's heart. Han Yu followed them silently, keeping to the rear of the group.
