Cain allowed himself a faint smile, drinking in the awe-inspiring view for a brief moment. The ethereal beauty served as a reminder of why he fought so hard to reach these lofty heights of cultivation.
Yet he knew he could not afford to linger. His enemies would not be far behind, and he had to press on.
With a slight nod to himself, Cain prepared to set off once more. His mind raced, plotting the next stages of his journey and the challenges that lay ahead.
But fate, it seemed, had other plans.
Just as Cain was about to take flight, a sound like the fury of a thousand storms split the air. The very fabric of space trembled, and the immortal lights in the sky flickered as if in fear.
The shockwave of pure power rolled across the entirety of Celestial Pinnacle City, shaking it to its very foundations.
"Stop! Insolent junior!"