To navigate the Thousand-Array Deep gap through traditional martial training was an exercise in deliberate, bloody masochism.
Three hundred paces ahead of the granite cliffs, the eighty-ton Astral Void-Skiff of the Luo Sage Clan crept forward through the churning purple mists at barely three miles per hour.
Standing at the pointed silver prow was Lady Luo Qingxuan.
Her lavender silk robes were shredded at the forearms. Blood—bright crimson laced with the silver sheen of her Transcendent Mortal core—dripped from her knuckles. It hissed into steam as it struck the freezing deck plates.
In her hands, she channeled the supreme heritage of her bloodline: the Void-Tearing Talons.
“BREAK!” Luo Qingxuan cried out, her teeth clenched so hard that blood leaked from her gums.
She slashed her curved fingers through the empty air.
SHRRRRK-CRACK!
