Chapter 856 Sacred Lands Tremble

• At the wind-scoured mouth of Xosa Valley, dawn light stretched long, pale banners across the granite walls.
• Elders, guardians, and the four deputies lined the road in silent ranks, their robes rippling like prayer flags.
• "Valley master," Jarvis called, a battle-hardened boom rolling from his chest, "if trouble finds you at Myriad Treasure Tower, one command is all it takes. We'll march the entire valley and bury Pantheon Hall ourselves."