Han Yu made his way toward the glowing red beacon that burned in the distant horizon like a wound in the sky.
Its light pulsed faintly, expanding and contracting as if alive, the glow reflected in the thin mist that curled across the forest floor. He could not tell how far it truly was. The hazy landscape of the realm, and the crimson hue shimmered strangely, as though the light itself bent the air around it.
Still, he did not rush.
There was no point in charging into the unknown. A place where the Slaughtered Moon Divine Blood Sect was summoning its disciples could hardly be safe, and though he wore their robes now, one mistake would be enough to expose him.
Patience was the only weapon he could rely on. So, Han Yu chose a steady pace, walking calmly through the forest, his eyes never leaving the beacon. Every so often, he paused to observe the trail ahead.
The ground was littered with signs of battle.
