Night fell across the Fallen Boundary, and Wu meditated in the shadows, listening to the pulse of the chaotic energy around him.
He had learned something crucial from today's encounter: Saints were not invincible, but every move mattered. One misstep, and the Fallen Boundary would become his grave.
Yet he also realized the potential. The chaos, the pre-Dao remnants, the Blind Spots—they were all tools. With strategy, patience, and understanding, he could turn this dangerous wasteland into his domain.
A faint sound drew his attention. Not creatures, not natural shifts, but whispers—energy traces moving in patterns he had not noticed before.
They are watching, he thought, his expression turning serious. "And I will use their gaze… against them."