Chapter 347
The vanguard had already been chosen: Yuanhe, the Benevolent King of the Heavenheart Sect.
A passing glance might have betrayed nothing, but under careful scrutiny, Lin Hui saw the man for what he truly was. He also understood why Yuanhe was so desperate to breach the Abyssal Court Pavilion—his other half lay dormant within. Without it, his fractured psyche would inevitably collapse into madness. Worse, his lifespan had been drastically curtailed.
That desperation had driven him to seize the title of Benevolent King and consolidate every scrap of power he could rally.
Lin Hui hovered motionless as the sky cycled from day to night and back again. He might as well have been carved from stone.
Directly below, the Heavenheart Sect stirred to life. Experts assembled one by one, launching their first probing attacks. A reconnaissance and fortification detachment marched out. Lin Hui never moved. He simply kept his vigil.
Yuanhe's strength had grown at a terrifying pace—he was now a match for any Mistborn. Even so, that appeared to be a fraction of his true capability. The bulk of his power had plunged into the Abyssal Court Pavilion to contest it, leaving him in his current fractured state.
No wonder he refused to bow to anyone.
Lin Hui watched in silence and waited.
Three months passed before powerful auras began converging on the Heavenheart Sect. Over a thousand powerhouses descended upon Tianchong City from the surrounding regions. The weakest among them were Palace Masters; the strongest sat at the apex of the Blood Ancestor realm—those who had fallen from the heights of Mistborn.