Soul Wind: Divine Bloodline of the Soul Clan

Dusk pressed down on the Burial Heaven Mountains, wind whipping ashes through the ravines. Deep in the rift, rubble was scattered, rock walls scorched black, and the ground cracked with deep gashes as if torn by a giant beast. The air was thick with the smell of burnt flesh and a pungent fire poison—traces of a strange flame. Soul Wind lay face down on the cold rock, black blood gushing from his mouth. His right arm was charred to charcoal, fingers curled like dead branches, and his chest caved in. Each breath cut like a knife. Dou Qi surged chaotically inside him, impossible to gather. He wanted to move, but his bones felt shattered; he lacked even the strength to lift a finger.