Chapter 67
With Mo Tianze helped Feng Jiao Xue reach the peak of the mountain.
The air was thinner there, crisp with a tang and a hint of ancient woods-untouched time itself. There stood an intimidating cultivation abode before them - neither lavish nor simple, the beautiful contradiction that it was.
The building stood at the very top the mountain, nestled between the clouds. Its wooden beams were dark with age yet sturdy, reinforced by the passage of time and the hands of those who respected its legacy. Carvings of mystical beasts and celestial patterns adorned the doors and pillars not as mere decorations but as symbols of the might. The roof, curved like a scholar’s brushstroke was adorned with subtle jade inlays that caught the morning light, glimmering faintly.
The courtyard held no gaudy treasures, yet each artifact present, an ancient stone tablet, a weathered incense burner, a set of unassuming yet refined meditation cushions, spoke of immeasurable value, treasures that only those with true discernment could appreciate.
Feng Jiao Xue’s gaze was steady as she took it all in, but the moment she stepped forward, her breath hitched.
A wave of ppressive and chaotic qi pressed against her making Feng Jiao Xue freeze.
This wasn’t unlike any pressure she have ever felt before, her fingers twitch as her foot struggled to even move forward.
It was as thick as a storm cloud, coiling in the air like a beast waiting to strike.
"Uhuu" Feng Jiao Xue’s breath fogged her vission.
It was stifling- suffocating. Wild, untamed and overbearing. Her knees shaked slightly, the weight nearly sending her buckle. She pressed a hand against her temples as she felt a dull throbbing ache.
This wasn’t simply some leftover energy a powerful cultivator had left behind. No, this was living, throbbing, and rapidly destabilizing.