Zhan Konglie, newly appointed Emissary of the Lightning Immortal Hall, also soared through the Void, his purpose clear: to reach the ancient teleportation array. He knew its location and pressed onward with fervent speed.

He had considered visiting this array alongside Shen Gonghu, during their shared journey. Yet, mindful of Shen Gonghu’s concerns, he remained silent, accompanying him instead to the Gates of the Immortal Realm.

The battle fought before those gates had ignited a fire in Zhan Konglie’s heart. Though the Lightning Immortal Realm teetered on the brink of collapse, his conviction remained unyielding. Like Shen Gonghu, he believed in Wang Lin’s ultimate triumph.

“I wonder where Shen Gonghu is now,” he mused. “Likely, he treads a similar path, bound for the Lightning Immortal Hall’s teleportation array.” He swiftly veered, narrowly avoiding a sudden tear in the fabric of the Void.

Even before their arrival at the Immortal Realm Gates, Zhan Konglie observed a troubling truth. The multitude of cultivators gathered there contained but two emissaries of the Lightning Immortal Hall: himself and Shen Gonghu. He surmised then that the remaining emissaries had already converged upon the teleportation array.

Thus, Zhan Konglie and Shen Gonghu, separated by vast stretches of the Void, raced towards their shared destination. Likewise, Wang Lin, guided by the echo of Shen Gonghu’s Dao-soul within his heart, followed them like a comet streaking across the heavens. Yet, the unraveling of the Lightning Immortal Realm grew ever more violent. Cracks rent the sky with increasing frequency, threatening to swallow the unwary.

This forced Wang Lin to moderate his pace, demanding constant vigilance over the shifting Void that surrounded him.

As he flew, a mournful wail accompanied the rush of wind past his ears. Intermittently, heavy thuds echoed through the Void, growing more pronounced as he passed the shattered remnants of fallen continents.

He witnessed, with his own eyes, the final dissolution of two such continents. They crumbled into vast fields of debris, like stones scattered by a cosmic tempest. Some were consumed by the Void’s ever-hungry rifts, while others scattered outwards with devastating force.

Several of these fragments hurtled directly towards Wang Lin, the sheer force of their passage rivaling the full-fledged assault of a Soul Transformation cultivator.

Such attacks would prove deadly to those who had not yet ascended to the Second Step of cultivation. Even survival would be a gamble, for a misstep in dodging or deflecting could lead to a fatal embrace with a spatial rift.

For Wang Lin, however, such dangers held little fear. Spells of immobility and other arcane arts allowed him to effortlessly navigate the perils. His face remained impassive as he twisted and turned, evading the numerous rifts that barred his path.

Yet, as he plunged deeper into the Void, the rifts multiplied until they formed a chaotic web, like countless gashes torn into a sheet of parchment, poised to shatter into a million fragments.

Wang Lin frowned. He sensed a growing distance between himself and Shen Gonghu. At his current speed, he feared he could not hope to overtake him soon.

After a moment’s deliberation, a glint flashed in Wang Lin’s eyes. He tapped his brow with a complex hand seal and exhaled a single grain of sand. The sand swelled in size, transforming within moments into a fragment of continent measuring a hundred fathoms across.

“This fragment has endured the trials of heavenly tribulation,” Wang Lin murmured. “Even the full force of Qingfeng Xianjun’s attack failed to shatter it. Surely, it can withstand the paltry rifts before us.” He pointed forward, and the colossal fragment surged ahead. His gaze remained fixed, watchful.

The fragment plunged headlong into the labyrinth of rifts. Instantly, the tearing forces unleashed from within them washed over its surface. Yet, despite this assault, the fragment remained unchanged, continuing its onward charge.

As it plowed through the rifts, it seemed to flatten them, momentarily forcing them closed.

Wang Lin’s eyes narrowed. He stepped forward and landed upon the massive fragment. Seated in a meditative posture, he channeled his inner power, infusing it into the stone. The fragment pulsed with light, its speed redoubling as it carved a path through the Void.

Now, his speed was greatly enhanced. Wang Lin needed only to avoid the largest rifts, those that exceeded the fragment’s hundred-fathom width, ignoring the rest.

Within the fractured realm of Lightning, the fragment sped onward with astonishing swiftness. After half an incense stick of time, Wang Lin relaxed, his gaze fixed ahead. But at that moment, his expression shifted.

In the distance, a faint streak of light flashed past. Within it flew a woman, her features delicate, yet her face was pale and etched with fear. She weaved desperately to avoid the spatial rifts, narrowly escaping their grasp time and again.

Wang Lin’s floating continent fragment, so colossal in this desolate space, immediately caught her eye. Hope blossomed on her face, and she turned towards it. But suddenly, a rift ten fathoms wide appeared silently before her, like the gaping maw of a demon. A frigid wind howled from within, and the woman’s face went ashen. She tried to dodge, but it was too late. Despair filled her eyes.

Wang Lin’s expression remained impassive. He averted his gaze. He was not one to offer aid without reason. The continent fragment flashed past without slowing, leaving the woman to her fate.

“Venerable one, save me! Zhan Konglie is my cousin!” the woman cried in desperation, struggling to escape the rift’s deadly embrace.

Wang Lin’s brow furrowed. He recognized the woman. She had been among the dozen or so who had accompanied Zhan Konglie through the Void, those who had approached him with deferential greetings.

At that time, her cultivation had just reached the Yin Void stage. But now, her power had dwindled, her inner energy nearly exhausted. She seemed only capable of displaying Soul Transformation level abilities.

His continent fragment pivoted sharply and hurtled towards the woman. In an instant, it slammed into the ten-fathom rift. As it struck, the woman leaped forth, landing upon the rocky surface.

Her face was as white as bone, and she trembled with lingering fear. Looking at Wang Lin with gratitude, she whispered, “Thank you for saving my life, Venerable one.”
Wang Lin’s brow furrowed, his gaze sweeping over the woman. “Do you possess Immortal Jade?” he asked, his voice as smooth as river stone.

The woman blinked, momentarily stunned, then nodded quickly.

“Ten thousand Jade for the debt of rescue, and another ten thousand for the privilege of remaining here for an hour. The toll shall be compounded accordingly,” Wang Lin stated, his expression unwavering.

Beneath him, the hundred-zhang fragment of rock surged forward, tearing through the void with relentless speed.

The woman hesitated, a fleeting flicker of contempt betraying her thoughts. Could this be the venerable elder her Brother Zhan spoke of? If she hadn’t witnessed his battle against the white-haired fiend, she would never have believed that such a person would demand payment at such a critical moment. Without a word, she produced a pouch and tossed it to Wang Lin. “Five thousand Jade lie within! Please verify the count!”

Wang Lin accepted the pouch, dispelling the spirit mark with a flick of his wrist. He peered inside, confirming the sum was roughly correct, before tucking it away. He then ignored the woman, closing his eyes in meditation.

The woman, secretly scornful that Wang Lin had bothered to count, sighed softly. She found a spot some distance away, and sat, knees drawn up to her chest, staring blankly into the void.

“Brother Zhan, where are you…?”

Though burdened with another passenger, the fragment’s speed remained undiminished. It tore onward, smashing through the void. The woman gasped as she watched the fragment slam against the spatial rifts.

“What manner of enchanted artifact is this? It’s terrifying!” She witnessed the fragment force the rifts closed, impervious to the tearing power within.

Suddenly, her eyes narrowed. Three streaks of light approached rapidly from the right. Within these streams of light, she recognized two men and a woman, their faces etched with worry and urgency.

“Xi Zifeng!” The woman on the fragment cried out, rising to her feet.

The approaching figures noticed them instantly, their eyes widening with relief. Without hesitation, they veered towards the fragment, expertly navigating the treacherous rifts.

Wang Lin’s expression did not change, nor did the fragment’s speed falter. The three newcomers struggled to keep pace.

“Zhan Yun, wait!” the woman named Xi Zifeng called out urgently.

The woman on the fragment, Zhan Yun, turned to Wang Lin, her voice laced with entreaty. “Elder, please halt for a moment. My dear friends seek passage.”

Wang Lin opened his eyes, a flash of annoyance in their depths, but he did not respond.

Zhan Yun stamped her foot, then slapped her storage bag. A length of red silk flew forth, unfurling as it shot towards the pursuing trio.

Xi Zifeng reached out, grabbing hold of the silk. Her two companions grasped her from behind, forming a chain. Together, they were pulled forward, finally catching up with the fragment and leaping aboard.

The three newcomers released a collective sigh of relief. Their eyes immediately settled on Wang Lin, meditating in the distance. One of the men turned to Zhan Yun, questioning, “This honored cultivator…?”

Before Zhan Yun could answer, Xi Zifeng stepped forward, her gaze fixed on Wang Lin. Her face paled as she recognized him, and she bowed deeply, clasping her hands in reverence. “This humble one, Xi Zifeng, greets the esteemed elder! My gratitude for twice saving my life!”

A flush crept up her neck as she spoke.

Wang Lin glanced at the woman. She was fairer than Zhan Yun, and he dimly recalled her. She was one of those whom, possessed by Yan Leizi, he had kicked into the void outside the gates of the Immortal Realm.

Wang Lin scowled, sensing trouble. He should never have bothered rescuing Zhan Yun. With a sigh, he asked, “Do you three possess Immortal Jade?”

Xi Zifeng blinked, surprised. Before she could answer, Zhan Yun interjected, “Ten thousand Jade pays the debt of rescue, and another ten thousand grants passage for one hour!”

Xi Zifeng nodded. “It is only proper!” She and her companions swiftly gathered Jade from their storage bags, placing them in a single pouch which they presented to Wang Lin.

Wang Lin accepted the pouch, then closed his eyes once more, dismissing them from his thoughts.

Zhan Yun and her three friends sat together, gazing out at the void, a shared sense of relief washing over them. They began to speak in hushed tones.

The fragment continued its relentless flight, plunging deeper into the Thunder Immortal Realm. Wang Lin’s brow remained furrowed. Along their path, they encountered other cultivators, either scattered individuals or small groups.

Upon seeing the hundred-zhang fragment, they seized upon it as a lifeline, doing everything in their power to reach it. Some were acquaintances of those already aboard.

As a result, the fragment gradually became more crowded. However, one thing Wang Lin did not have to worry about was that Zhan Yun would immediately step forward, clearly stating the Jade requirement when new people came. As such, Wang Lin now had several storage bags filled with Jade. The hundred-zhang fragment now had nearly twenty monks.

These people did not sit together. In addition to those who knew each other, others sat cross-legged alone, looking at the void outside, and their hearts were complicated.

Among them, some immediately recognized Wang Lin and completely relaxed. In their opinion, with Wang Lin there, everything was safe.

As the hundred-zhang fragment flew rapidly through the void, the number of people on it gradually increased. Finally, the number of people had exceeded fifty. Looking at the many monks behind him, Wang Lin frowned, glanced over them, and placed his eyes on the void behind the fragment. There, there were dozens of Changhongs, closely following behind.

The cultivators in these Changhongs were unable to keep up, and none of them were familiar with the monks on the fragment. Without anyone to help them, they were unable to get on the fragment by themselves.

It’s just that they followed the road after the fragment swept across, and they were considered safe. After all, after the fragment passed, the cracks showed signs of closing. Compared with the outside world, it was naturally much easier to walk.
As time wore on, more and more cultivators converged, forming a serpentine line stretching back from the fragment of land. Gleaming swords danced in the ethereal light, like a thousand tails chasing relentlessly after a fleeting dream.

In their eyes, this perilous passage was the only path to salvation in this desolate realm. Some amongst them possessed formidable cultivation, needing no assistance. With their own power, they could leap across the gaps and land upon the hundred-foot fragments.

Yet, regardless of their strength, upon landing on a fragment, they would, after a moment’s hesitation, obediently relinquish their immortal jade in exchange for a meager foothold.

The formidable reputation Wang Lin had forged in the battle outside the gates of the Immortal Realm played a significant role. Even those of the Yang Spirit stage would address him respectfully as “Senior.”

Wang Lin, touching the pouch containing his own immortal jade, sighed and turned away from the throng. He could sense Shen Gonghu drawing near.

Suddenly, a colossal piece of shattered stone emerged from the void ahead. This fragment, nearly a thousand feet in size, crumbled at its edges as it hurtled through the void. Each collision with the rifts sent tremors through its mass, causing large chunks to break away and drift into the nothingness.

Upon this unstable island stood three figures, each possessing the power of a Yang Spirit. Behind them, a hundred or so lesser cultivators watched with greedy eyes, fixated upon the hundred-foot fragment upon which Wang Lin rested.

“Leave behind that fragment of the Immortal Realm!” The words, uttered in a chilling voice, echoed from a man cloaked in golden robes standing at the edge of the stone.

Wang Lin remained impassive, his gaze sweeping over the three before settling on the thousand-foot fragment they occupied. Clearly, they too had conceived the idea of using shattered land as a means of progression.

However, their chosen stone had not endured the refining fire of heavenly tribulation and was thus too fragile. It crumbled constantly, forcing them to replace it countless times on their perilous journey.

The golden-robed man stepped forward, plunging into the void and deftly avoiding the treacherous rifts as he hurtled towards Wang Lin’s hundred-foot haven. Behind him, an elderly man in white robes followed suit.

Only a scholar clad in blue remained upon the crumbling island, his gaze fixed on Wang Lin with a malevolent glint in his eyes.

Wang Lin remained undisturbed. He raised his right hand, and the bestial bone pattern upon the back of his hand writhed, transforming into a dark streak that soared into the void. There, it solidified into the form of a monstrous bone.

The four serrated barbs shimmered with an eerie chill, and at the sockets where eyes should have been, a spectral light pulsed. Instantly, an overwhelming aura of murderous intent permeated the air.

Almost immediately, the golden-robed assailant, before he could unleash any spell or divine ability, staggered. A grey light spread from his legs, consuming him. His eyes widened in horror as he gasped, and without hesitation, he slammed his right hand upon his crown. His nascent soul fled from his body just as it was consumed by the creeping grey death.

A cold smile touched Wang Lin’s lips. He patted his storage pouch and unleashed the Soul Devouring Banner. It billowed outwards, becoming a black cloud that rushed towards the fleeing soul.

At that moment, the white-robed elder arrived. Ignoring his fallen comrade, he weaved a series of hand seals and roared, “Immortal Art: Thunderous Cleave!” Immediately, lightning gathered furiously before him, coalescing into a blade of pure energy that sought to cleave the very heavens, hurtling towards Wang Lin with devastating speed.

The air shrieked in protest.

Wang Lin’s eyes narrowed. Even before the thunderous blade arrived, he could sense the deadly energy within it. In an instant, his brow shimmered, and his nascent soul burst forth, swallowing the lightning blade whole as it struck.

His soul returned to his body, and Wang Lin’s face flushed slightly. He rose to his feet, staring icily at the stunned elder, and lunged forward.

The white-robed elder’s face paled. Without hesitation, he retreated. As he fled, the blue-robed scholar, still standing upon the fragment, frowned and leapt into the void.

Wang Lin’s eyes flashed with cold light. He did not seek conflict lightly, but if others dared to attack, he would retaliate without mercy. He pointed his right hand towards the retreating elder, and the Immortal Art of Immobilization took effect. The elder felt as if he were sinking into water, bound by invisible chains stronger than mountains. His movements ceased, and his nascent soul and internal energies froze as well.

Wang Lin moved like lightning, his right hand forming a sword with two fingers. As he passed the frozen elder, he pierced the man’s brow. Blood gushed from the elder’s orifices, and his body collapsed. His nascent soul, filled with terror, tried to escape, but Wang Lin’s eyes flashed with cold light, and he snatched it from the void.

“Friend, stop!” The blue-robed scholar roared, hurtling towards Wang Lin like a lightning bolt. He weaved hand seals, and a phantom sword flew from his head, teleporting to a position before Wang Lin and stabbing fiercely towards him.

Wang Lin’s expression remained cold. He crushed the soul in his grasp and turned. His third eye, nestled between his brows, opened in fury, unleashing a fan of crimson light that enveloped the phantom sword.

The ethereal blade hissed and crackled, consumed by darkness, and shattered in an instant.

The blue-robed scholar staggered, halting ten feet away from Wang Lin, his face a mask of dark fury. “Your skills are astonishing,” he growled. “Let this be done. Be gone!” He barely restrained the murderous intent burning in his eyes and retreated slowly.

Wang Lin cast a final, icy gaze at the scholar, then retrieved his Soul Devouring Banner and returned to the hundred-foot fragment. The other cultivators upon the fragment had risen, watching with nervous glances.

Stepping onto the fragment, Wang Lin sat down cross-legged, and the fragment surged forward.

As Wang Lin meditated, absorbing the captured soul, he raised his right hand towards the sky and intoned, “Call the Wind!”

Immediately, a black wind materialized, forming a dragon that roared as it plunged towards the retreating blue-robed scholar. The man’s face twisted in alarm as he retreated. But then, the dragon opened its maw and spewed a chilling gale.
A chilling wind, born of nothingness, howled across the ravaged sky, swallowing all beneath its icy breath. The blue-robed scholar, caught in the tempest’s fury, stumbled backward, his eyes dimming, a flicker of desperate resistance dancing within. Yet, as he braced to fight, unseen by mortal eyes, a jagged tear ripped open in the void behind him—a chasm three fathoms long. He retreated, unknowingly plunging one foot into its maw.

A cry, torn from the depths of despair, echoed for a moment before he vanished completely, swallowed by the rift. Only the lingering resonance of his anguish remained.

Far distant, a shard of shattered land, a hundred paces in length, hurtled through the abyss. A swarm of cultivators, a relentless tide, pursued it with fevered haste. At that moment, every eye, whether belonging to those in pursuit or those clinging to the fragment itself, turned with awe and a prickle of fear towards the robed figure seated in its center – Wang Lin.

Some among them had witnessed his defiance against the white-haired monster at the Gate of Immortality. To them, Wang Lin’s dispatching of three Yang-Solid cultivators was not a surprise, but merely a continuation of his already legendary power.

But those who had not seen such a display found their minds reeling. The cultivators who had hesitated when offering their celestial jade now silently rejoiced in their obedience. Others, who had secretly plotted to wrest the shard from Wang Lin’s grasp, found themselves bathed in a cold sweat of dread.

Silence reigned upon the shard. No words were spoken, the atmosphere thick with an invisible pressure, a testament to the dreadful respect Wang Lin commanded.

Faster and faster the shard plunged forward. After several hours, Wang Lin’s eyes narrowed, and he focused on a distant point in the void. There, a lone sword-light flashed, and within it flew the warrior, Shen Gonghu.

Shen Gonghu, sensing the approach, whirled around, his gaze locking onto the rapidly approaching shard. He immediately recognized Wang Lin, and a surge of elation lit his face. Without hesitation, he changed course and sped towards him.

“Shen Gonghu greets his Lord!” he declared, landing a few paces from Wang Lin, bowing low with fervent reverence. His gaze, unwavering, reflected a wild devotion.

Wang Lin smiled faintly, inclining his head. “Sit beside me. Lead us to the Teleportation Array of the Thunder Immortal Palace!”

Ignoring the others clinging to the shard, Shen Gonghu immediately seated himself and spoke with reverence, “Lord, we are not far from the Array!” He then pointed out the correct direction.

A murmur of shock rippled through the assembly. Many recognized Shen Gonghu, and his open declaration of fealty to Wang Lin sent their minds spiraling.

A captivating maiden named Xizi Feng fixed her gaze upon Wang Lin’s back, as if understanding a long sought answer. Her rosy face held a gentle warmth, and her eyes never wavered from his form.

The collapse of the Thunder Immortal Realm reached its crescendo. The void itself buckled, with vast rents tearing open the very fabric of reality, unleashing torrents of frigid winds.

The groaning and splintering of collapsing continents echoed incessantly.

The deeper they traveled, the more cataclysmic it became. Finally, the void was a tapestry of interwoven rifts, some of which extended well over a hundred paces.

Wang Lin’s expression grew grim. He guided the shard through the treacherous landscape, his focus absolute. Then, his eyes snapped open. The shard shuddered, halting in its course, then swerved sharply away.

In the instant of its diversion, a colossal rift, nearly two hundred paces wide, appeared where they had been moments before. Some cultivators, unable to react quickly enough, were swallowed by the void, their desperate cries fading into the abyss.

Wang Lin, his concentration unbroken, could not spare a thought for their fate. He poured all his energy into controlling the shard, weaving it through the treacherous gauntlet of rifts. Yet, his face grew ever darker.

“How much further?” Wang Lin’s voice, deep and resonant, cut through the oppressive silence.

“Less than ten leagues!” Shen Gonghu replied, his voice tight with apprehension. The sight of the ever-present rifts sent shivers down his spine.

Wang Lin’s brow furrowed. The shard darted, evading another cluster of fissures, and hurtled onward. Gradually, the distance closed, and Wang Lin saw it: a shimmering barrier, a thousand paces across. Within its confines, a stationary fragment of land rested.

Upon it stood a teleportation array. Several figures stood within its glowing circle, clearly preparing to flee, one of whom was Zhan Konglie. Outside the array stood a messenger from the Thunder Immortal Palace, conversing with his comrades.

As if sensing their approach, they turned, fixing icy stares upon Wang Lin’s fragment. One of them raised a hand towards the sky, a surge of primordial energy erupting from his fingers, diffusing outwards through the barrier.

Outside the barrier, the energy coalesced into a gigantic hand. Sweeping across the void, it crushed all the rifts within a thousand paces, causing them to rapidly connect on either side of the barrier, forming an impassable moat of destruction.

“Begone!” A cold, merciless divine sense echoed through the heavens.

Wang Lin’s eyes flashed with chilling fury. He channeled all of his essence into the shard. He drew in a deep breath and his gaze exploded with fierce light. The shard’s speed increased tenfold, as if the boundary between it and the world had blurred.

In that instant, the shard became a raging force, obliterating all in its path. The cultivators clinging to its surface gritted their teeth, throwing themselves forward without regard for their lives.

Ahead lay salvation. To enter the barrier was to live; to be left behind was certain death. The shard became a blur, crashing through the void with a deafening roar, like a hundred-pace meteor. It pierced through the connecting rifts outside the barrier in the nick of time.

Wang Lin stood, drawing his immortal sword from his pouch. Raising it high, he cleaved downwards. Not a single strike, but nine strikes in a single moment. Nine slashes of the Dao Realm, fused into one, formed a sword of unimaginable power, a blade that obliterated the very fabric of existence. It struck the newly formed barrier of connected rifts, and the entire world seemed to shudder.
The venom, though clinging to the connecting fissures, faltered under the onslaught of the Severing Decree. The magic, in its brutal power, ripped apart the edges of the fractured prison, sending a web of destruction crawling across the surface. In a heartbeat, the ring of interconnected cracks was cleaved, a gaping wound torn into its once impenetrable form.

The Severing Decree, its power undiminished, plunged through the shattered barrier and slammed into the shimmering curtain beyond. A wave of distortion rippled outwards, contorting the world behind the veil.

Simultaneously, the hundred-foot shard, imbued with crushing force, hurtled forward like a rogue star, trailing the Severing Decree’s path. It struck the shimmering curtain with the fury of a god.

An earth-shattering roar, magnified by the collapse of the surrounding fissures, echoed through the void. Even the envoys of the Thunder Immortal Palace within the barrier paused, their gazes drawn to the chaos. Zhan Konglie, upon sighting Wang Lin, erupted with a savage joy. The deafening blast subsided, replaced by the grinding groan of fracturing magic. A spiderweb of cracks bloomed across the curtain, spreading inexorably.

The warriors who had doggedly pursued the hundred-foot shard seized the moment, surging through the newly formed breach.

Ice hardened Wang Lin’s gaze. He steered the shard back a few paces, and then, under the watchful eyes of the assembled warriors, unleashed its full, devastating power. With a thunderous boom, it lunged again at the fractured curtain.

The cracks multiplied, a dense and intricate latticework of destruction. The curtain’s luminescence flickered and died.

The assault unfolded in a dizzying flurry of moments. From within the curtain, a grim-faced envoy of the Thunder Immortal Palace, crackling with celestial lightning, surged forth.

“Insolent fools! Dare you trespass upon the hallowed grounds of the Thunder Immortal Palace!” the envoy bellowed, but before Wang Lin could respond, a contingent of warriors from the shard itself met the challenge, unleashing a storm of spells upon the newcomer.

“Venerable One, heed him not! We shall deal with this whelp!” one of the warriors cried amidst the clash.

Wang Lin nodded curtly. The hundred-foot shard retreated once more. This time, he allowed ten breaths to gather his strength. Not only he, but the warriors upon the shard and those who followed behind rose into the void, grasping the edges of the fragment.

Each poured forth the totality of their magical might, weaving their energies into a unified force, a cacophony of raw power guided by Wang Lin’s will. With a piercing shriek, they launched themselves forward, the combined energies coalescing into a sharp point at the head of the hundred-foot shard.

In a cataclysmic roar, the shard slammed into the curtain, obliterating what remained. The magical fragments swirled in the tempestuous aftermath. The hundred-foot shard pierced the ruined barrier, carrying its warriors into the heart of the fragment containing the thousand-foot teleportation array – a chaotic melee of souls desperate for survival.