Ten miles west of the Evergreen Senior Faculty Park, the western quadrant of the 1,000-Sun Astral Protagonist Academy didn’t have lecture buildings or alchemy towers.
Instead, the entire ten-mile plateau had been carved into a jagged, floating mountain range of fifty towering granite precipices arranged in a giant circle. Each cliff overhanging a swirling, bottomless abyss of purple-black spatial clouds.
Above the main stone archway at the entrance of the plateau hung a weathered, sword-scarred iron signboard:
[ACADEMY DEPARTMENT #4: THE SECRET REALM PLUNDERING, TOMB-ROBBING & FATED CLIFF-JUMPING DIVISION]
[DEPARTMENT MOTTO: “IF YOU GET CHASED BY AN ENEMY, JUMP OFF A CLIFF! THERE IS ALWAYS A FREE IMMORTAL INHERITANCE AT THE BOTTOM!”]
Inside the central fortress overlooking the fifty cliffs sat the ruler of the fourth department: Director Mo Yun.
Unlike the loudmouthed Professor Ao Man, the sleazy Dean Hua Cong, or the greedy Warden Gui Suo, Director Mo Yun was a cold, silent, calculating spatial-formation grandmaster with silver-grey hair and eyes. Meanwhile, Emotionless as void glass.
As a genuine Rank 8 Late powerhouse—second only to Headmaster Hong and Chief Elder Sha among the Academy’s leadership—Mo Yun didn’t rely on cheap illusions or emotional hostages. He relied on cold physics, spatial locks, and overwhelming structural defenses.
