The Clear Sky Sect.
As far as the eye could see, there were no pavilions or towers, only an enormous valley that looked as though it had been forcibly excavated from a mountain. Deep black rocks surrounded it, glinting faintly with a metallic sheen and covering almost the entire valley.
These rocks were called inksteel stone and were extraordinarily hard. Even Soul Masters above level sixty would struggle to shatter them easily. The densely packed black rocks seemed to form a mineral vein running through the mountain range, and the Clear Sky Sect's headquarters stood here.
A closer look revealed how peculiar this mountain range was. Most of its peaks were exceedingly steep, with ravines separating them and iron chains as thick as an arm connecting one peak to another.
Drifting rain and mist concealed the chains so well that they were difficult to spot without careful scrutiny.
Before the mountain entrance stood a massive stone structure resembling a fortress. The Clear Sky Sect's main gate was five meters tall, built entirely from black stone and exceptionally sturdy. Above it were three boldly carved characters: Clear Sky Sect.
The Council Hall.
At least a hundred and fifty people had gathered here, most standing around the edges. Sect Master Tang Xiao and five white-haired elders sat beside the stone table in the center.
The five elders all appeared to be over eighty, yet their eyes were bright and their faces ruddy. One of them was speaking sternly to Tang Xiao, his words carrying a faint threat.
"Enough! Am I the sect master, or are you?" Tang Xiao roared, leaving everyone's ears ringing.
"Spirit Hall already has a grudge against our Clear Sky Sect. Their claims are merely one side of the story. I refuse to believe that my brother Hao's son