Deep beneath Dragon Ridge Mountain, it was profound and deathly silent.
The cavern was vast. Millennia-old stalactites hung from the ceiling, and occasionally, an ice-cold droplet would fall, striking the rock below with a crisp "PLINK."
The sound rippled through the utter silence, adding to the grim atmosphere.
The air was thick with the heavy scent of earth, mixed with the faint, ancient presence of something more.
It was a heart-pounding presence, now mingled with the burnt smell of Primordial Qi that had escaped after the Array was broken.
Lingkong Jade, the Divine Sacrifice Envoy of the Moon Worship Sect, stood there in silence.
Before her was a three-foot-square hollow in the ground.
The sides of the pit were as smooth as a mirror, as if meticulously carved by some invisible force.
The pit was empty, save for a layer of dust as thin as a cicada's wing, shimmering with a faint Spirituality.
This dust was proof that something extraordinary had once rested here.
