And though the mountain bore scars of war, the Feilun Sect found something greater than victory.
They found resolve.
And Tian Shen, at the center of it all, knew the path ahead would demand more. More battles, more burdens, more storms.
But for now, with his spear by his side and his Sect still standing, he allowed himself one breath of peace.
Just one.
The Feilun Sect's mountain skies had not known silence since the foreigners arrived.
Where once only the cries of spirit cranes and the low chant of disciples cultivating broke the dawn, now a harsher sound intruded—the metallic thrum of war banners, foreign qi techniques clashing with the natural leylines, and words spoken in a guttural tongue that few could understand.
