Chapter 88 - [Independent extra] What if they were born in a Cultivation world? (1)

The air in the Cloudspire Peaks tasted of lightning and ancient ice, thin and sharp, yet thrumming with power so potent it vibrated in the bones. Here, above the swirling mists where lesser cultivators dared not tread, stood the nascent heart of the Silent Moon Sect. Its structures, carved from moonstone and veined with celestial silver, seemed to grow organically from the mountain itself – elegant pavilions, libraries spiraling towards the heavens, training grounds etched with protective arrays that shimmered like captured starlight. It was a place of impossible grace and burgeoning power, already whispered of with awe and trepidation across the Nine Realms. And at its absolute apex, gazing down at the world unfurling beneath them like a jade-and-emerald tapestry, stood its founders.