Chapter 195: The Song Clan Secret
When her father told Song Song he would take her to the ancient Song Clan grounds, she imagined an old castle or ruins. Not this…
They hovered above the sea on flying swords after days of travel. Her father had stopped flying as if they had reached their destination.
Before her was a sight beyond her imagination: a massive waterfall where the sea spilled endlessly into an unfathomable abyss. Yet, even that description felt lacking, almost dishonest.
Everywhere she looked, it felt like the very edge of the world. Beyond the water's edge was nothing but an infinite void—a gaping emptiness that swallowed everything. The water cascaded into the void as though the world itself simply ended there, with only the abyss beyond. The sight was deeply unsettling. Song Song had never felt so small... and insignificant.
"What the hell is this place?" Song Song asked, still atop her flying sword—a red-bladed, black-handled weapon.
"The Song Clan has a history of over twenty thousand years. Few clans can boast such longevity and survive to this day," her father stated calmly. He wasn't using a flying sword at all. Still, he floated using his own Qi—a skill only Core Formation Cultivators could achieve. He was essentially walking on the air, supported by his Qi.
"Is this some kind of illusion?" Song Song asked, unable to tear her gaze from the abyss.
The fear that gripped her heart when staring at the endlessness… It was such a primal fear, and even though she knew she could fly, the fear of falling was larger than ever.
"Not exactly," her father smiled, his dark hair blending almost seamlessly with the night sky. "A clan like ours is not normal; in many ways, this is the end of the world."