GONG LONG
A deafening sound echoed through the mountain as the counter-array Lin Mu had drawn activated, surging with power. The runes he had inscribed pulsed with energy, drilling into the temple's defensive array like a spear piercing armor. The weakened node trembled under the assault, cracks spreading like a web until—
KACHA
The array shattered from within, dissipating into fading embers of light.
"It's done." Lin Mu exhaled, wiping the sweat from his brow.
The effort had drained another twenty percent of his Qi, a testament to the complexity of the formation he had unraveled.
"Finally…" Daoist Chu slumped onto a nearby rock, visibly exhausted.
"Please take this." The owner of the Ten Petals Company approached, flanked by attendants bearing trays of fine refreshments and delicacies.
"Oh, thank you." Lin Mu accepted the offerings, savoring the nourishment.
