Tian Lei nodded. "Trial Peak…?"
"Yes," Meixue confirmed. "In our sect, aside from the Nine Main Peaks, there are dozens of trial peaks—less formal places led by elders or disciples pursuing niche paths."
She held up a finger. "There's the Metal Peak, led by the Forging Pavilion. Spear Peak, home to the Azure Lance Hall. Ice Feather Peak, which is just a glorified herb garden for ice-type spirit plants. Most trial peaks don't last long or produce steady disciples, so they're not part of the core structure."
"Understood," Tian Lei said with interest. "A system for experimentation, then."
"Exactly," Meixue nodded with a smile. "Now come on, we're almost there."
Just as she said it, the great black gates of Void Peak came into view. Towering and carved with shifting runes that shimmered like starlight, they pulsed with the faint echo of spatial energy. The wind here felt thinner—space itself more compressed.
