The Eternal Night's Bloody War

As pieces of the temple's ceiling crumbled, the ancient seals began to flicker with unstable light. Tian Xuanzi narrowed his eyes. "The Sacred Mountain has decided to test you."

Ling Yue's power surged like a storm, sending waves of energy through the chamber. Yan Xi could feel the tremors in her body—but more unsettling was the change in her eyes. That gaze was no longer familiar.

Then, a low, resonating hum rose from beneath the ground. Ghostly silhouettes emerged from the celestial pillars—the Guardian Spirits of Taihua Mountain. Their purpose was clear: to determine if these visitors were truly worthy.

"Prepare yourselves!" Bai Xuan swiftly cast a protective barrier. Mo Ye melted into the shadows, while Ling Feng narrowed his eyes at the advancing spirits.

Yet, the greatest battle was not against the spirits—it was against the whispers inside Ling Yue.

Yan Xi stepped closer to her. "Don't lose yourself. I'm here."

But Ling Yue's voice turned cold. "There's nothing for me to lose."

At that moment, the spirits attacked.