The tower rose high into the sky, its surface carved from dark stone that bore countless faint patterns etched by time. It looked ancient beyond measure, as though it had witnessed eras come and go without being moved by the passage of centuries. There were no bright decorations or flamboyant symbols adorning it, yet its simplicity carried an overwhelming presence.
Even from a distance, the aura it released was immense.
It was not the chaotic pressure of the Path to Eternal Flames nor the oppressive energy of a cultivation realm. Instead, it felt disciplined and orderly, like the silent ranks of an invisible army standing at attention within its walls.
The air around it seemed slightly heavier, and a faint vibration could be sensed beneath the surface of the ground as though the tower itself possessed a heartbeat.
Some disciples felt their breathing grow shallow as they stared at it.
Grand Elder Waller allowed the silence to linger before continuing his explanation.
