The darkness of solid rock gave way to dim light.
Tianlong emerged inside a massive cavern, his feet touching down on cracked stone. He straightened, hands still clasped behind his back, and his eyes adjusted instantly.
The cave was enormous. Easily a hundred meters across, with a ceiling that stretched up into shadow. But what caught his attention wasn't the size—it was the damage.
Craters. Hundreds of them.
The walls were pockmarked with impact points, some shallow, others deep enough to fit a man's body. Cracks spiderwebbed outward from each crater, spreading across the stone like frozen lightning.
The floor was no better—shattered in places, gouged in others, as if something had been repeatedly smashed against it with brutal force.
No weapons. No qi techniques. Just raw, physical power.
And in the center of it all, surrounded by destruction, sat a woman.
Tianlong's eyes locked onto her.
