Lin Mu moved like a silent storm through the skies, his presence heavy enough to bend the air around him.
The city was sealed, the Patriarch's immense palm hanging above it like the hand of heaven itself, but Lin Mu did not care for walls or borders at this moment. Guided by the traces left behind in the memories he had already extracted, he traced the assassins' hidden routes, slipping through layers of concealment arrays, Isolating Arrays, and false borders that had been crafted with frightening precision.
Deep beneath a mountain ridge, a thousand kilometers from the city, a hidden base lay concealed inside a hollowed stone heart. From the outside it looked like nothing more than natural rock, but within it thrummed with dark formations and cold intent.
Lin Mu stepped through the final illusion as if it were mist, and the moment his foot touched the inner ground, every cultivator inside felt their souls shudder.
They barely had time to react.
