The focus of cosmic destiny shifted dramatically, moving far from the conquered snows of the Southern Continent to a hidden dimension known only to the most ambitious cultivators: the Tower of Primordials.
This was the place where Vahn had once risked his life and secured the Void Refining Manual; it was a nexus where ambition met ancient trials.
On the highest habitable floors of the Tower, amidst swirling, chaotic spiritual currents, a single figure moved with a chilling, ruthless proficiency. This was Aria Stormsong, the Saintess of War, her golden armor faintly scorched by the elemental tribulations of the upper levels. Her spear flashed with dazzling, destructive lightning, dispatching an ancient, ethereal guardian with a single, perfectly executed thrust.
Aria's power was breathtaking. She had fully embraced her destiny, pushing the limits of her combat potential.
