Chapter 5778 Mystic Sky Sword Sect
- That night, the moon hid, the wind prowled, and the world offered its darkness to anyone bold enough to slip through it. Jared left the Myriad Beast Sect without rustling a single leaf. Even the little fire unicorn that usually padded after him was ordered to stay behind.
- A breath later, he became little more than a pale aqua smear, a suggestion of motion folded into night air. His mastery of spatial footwork crushed distance into mere suggestion—rivers blurred, ridgelines bent, and valleys spun backward beneath his boots as he arrowed toward the Myriad Sword Mountains, that third, lonely vertex of territory claimed by mountain, plain, and beast.
- Days later, a serrated silhouette rose off the horizon—a procession of peaks so thin and cruel they resembled titanic blades rammed tip-first into the clouds.