The ancient forest received them with an oppressive silence.
As soon as the green light dissipated, Kyrian felt the weight of wild Qi pressing against his body. The air was dense, humid, and filled with an almost suffocating vitality. Colossal trees rose like pillars of an ancient temple, their twisted trunks covered in glowing moss and thick roots that slithered across the ground like living veins. The dense canopy blocked almost all sunlight, creating an eternal twilight where long shadows danced between the trunks.
Kyrian looked around. His companions from the Verdant Sword Sect appeared one by one, materialized by the same green light that had brought them.
Mo Tianhai was the first to stabilize, rolling his shoulders with visible excitement. Mo Xia analyzed the environment with cold eyes. Long Xue held her leaf against her chest, breathing deeply to control her nervousness. Shen Yu and Wu Jian observed the forest in silence, already in combat stance.
