A vast landscape stretched out before him—a range of towering stone mountains, with steep cliffs that seemed to scratch the sky. Strong winds howled through the narrow gaps, creating a whistling sound that echoed through the air.
Amidst the harsh terrain, a young man shot forward swiftly, his agile body weaving through the gap between two tall cliffs. His movements were so fluid, it was as if he were part of the wind itself, slipping through the narrow spaces. With expert control, he landed atop a rough rock, ignoring the dust swirling around him.
"Here," he muttered, his breath slightly heavy after the long journey.
He raised his hand, and with a simple motion, he retrieved something from his spatial ring. A faint light flashed, revealing a silver hexagonal plate with intricate winding patterns etched across its surface.
"The fourth pillar," he said softly, before tossing the plate onto the rocky ground in front of him.
Tang… Teng…
