The morning sun climbed slowly over Scarlet Peak, turning the crimson mountain into a blazing pillar of light and shadow. Below, in the public cultivation grounds near the base of the Crimson Gorge proper, dozens of cultivators had already gathered, their auras mixing in the heated air.
The cultivation grounds occupied a massive plateau carved from the mountainside centuries ago, roughly three kilometres across. Ancient formation arrays etched into the stone amplified the natural Fire Qi that rose from the gorge below, creating an ideal environment for fire-attribute cultivation. Stone platforms dotted the area, each one designated for specific cultivation levels to prevent accidents from power disparity.
Azrail's group arrived just after dawn, their chariot descending to a designated landing area reserved for visiting nobles. As they disembarked, Azrail took in the sight with quiet satisfaction.
