Astral plane (3)

The strongest being in this world, Xie Yuanqui, emerged from her chambers, her eyes scanning the turbulent skies with a mixture of fear and confusion.

The heavens were not merely raging—they were mourning, the rain falling like the tears of an unseen entity.

"What's happening...?" Xie Yuanqui whispered, her voice barely audible as her heart filled with dread.

This was no ordinary storm.

The heavens themselves were weeping, and she could feel it in her bones—something was terribly wrong.

Crack!

The sky itself split open with a deafening sound, and Xie Yuanqui's eyes widened in horror.

Above her, the fabric of reality tore apart, and from the crack emerged a hand, vast as a mountain, composed entirely of gleaming white bones.

Her breath caught in her throat as the skeletal hand descended toward her sect, its presence suffocating, its power unimaginable.

She had never encountered anything like this in her entire life.