The letter tore through space and time, bypassing all barriers and restrictions, before arriving directly before the one who had once sent Riley a letter.
Bang!
It materialized at the entrance of a grand sect, slamming into the shimmering defensive formation that enveloped the sect like an unbreakable shell. A deep, resonating hum filled the air as cracks briefly spread across the barrier like a spider's web.
Had Riley poured more spiritual essence into his creation, the formation would have shattered entirely—but that was never his intent. This was merely a knock. A warning.
The letter, now hovering in the air, drifted gently downward and settled at the sect's entrance, carrying an ominous presence. Yet, despite its deceptively harmless appearance, every cultivator present could sense the sheer, overwhelming sword intent sealed within it.
The air grew heavy, the weight of an unseen blade pressing against their skin.
For a brief moment, silence reigned.
Then, chaos erupted.
