Lin Mu extended his immortal sense, sweeping through the air, across the broken earth, and into the depths of the crater. "I cannot detect anything. No runes, no energy lines, no stabilizing formations. It is as though the mass existed entirely outside conventional techniques."
"That may be precisely what makes it dangerous," Monk Hushu said, his tone deep. "It could be the product of a forbidden art, one that bypasses the need for formations and instead anchors itself directly into the natural leylines. If that is the case, then it is no simple matter."
Lin Mu frowned as he listened.
Something about the entire scenario felt inconsistent. "In the ravines, we at least found traces of bandits," he said. "There were humans who could have helped create or protect such a thing. But here in the steppes, there are no bandits, no settlements, and no nearby cultivator groups other than the pastoral clans. How could something like this form without anyone noticing?"
