CHAPTER 46 – A SECRET MEETING IN THE SHADOWS

The night sky was pitch black. Not a single star dared to shine upon the silent mountains. The night wind sliced through the air, whispering an eerie stillness. Behind steep cliffs and blackened dead trees, a hidden stone door lay concealed—one that only a single person could open: Mo Tian.

His steps were light, yet firm. He walked into the dark and damp corridor, illuminated by flickering blue candles that lit themselves with his presence. No one knew of this place, except him—and the one he called Master.

At the end of the corridor was a grand yet grim chamber. The walls were etched with ancient symbols unreadable by ordinary eyes. At the center sat a striking man with neatly tied long black hair, eyes as deep as an abyss, and an aura so dense it made the air feel heavy.

Mo Tian immediately knelt.

"Master…"

The man slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was piercing, yet devoid of emotion.

"Mo Tian," he spoke softly, his voice echoing like thunder in a void. "It's been a while since you last visited."

"I only come when the world begins to stir, Master. And now... it seems the world of Murim is on the verge of chaos once more."

A faint smile curled on the mysterious man's lips.

"Chaos, is it? The world has never truly known peace. But tell me… is this because of him? I heard he disappeared long ago."

Mo Tian bowed deeper, silence filling the space for a few heartbeats.

"I... do not know for certain, Master. But recently, the group known as Dark Blood has emerged, sowing chaos wherever they go."

The man asked, his voice deep and filled with intent.

"So what is it that you seek from me, Mo Tian?"

"Master, return to the world. Please help me protect the Alliance Leader."

The man fell silent for a moment, his eyes sharply examining Mo Tian as if weighing every word and movement. Then, he spoke calmly.

"Cheon Ji, yes? I heard he's one of the great prodigies of this era. Is there anyone who can rival him?"

Mo Tian swallowed, his expression serious. "Other than Yan Zhian, the leader of the Demon Fire Sect, no one comes close. But... my instincts tell me this Dark Blood group is far more dangerous than we believe."

The man nodded slowly. "You are the greatest prodigy of this era—firm and wise in your decisions. I trust your instincts."

Mo Tian bowed, though his eyes still burned with determination. "Then... will you descend and aid us?"

The man rose slowly, and as he did, a suffocating pressure surged from within him, warping the air around them. His overwhelming aura filled the chamber, creating an intense atmosphere.

"Very well," he said, his voice low yet commanding. "I will descend. To protect the Murim world that man once built. I will not let it fall into chaos again."

Hope flickered in Mo Tian's heart, though an unspoken unease also stirred within him. "Thank you, Master."

Soon after, the two made their way toward the exit. But as they walked, a faint look of confusion crossed Mo Tian's face, as if something was troubling his thoughts.

"That man… who is he really?" he muttered to himself, barely audible.

A slight smile formed on the mysterious man's lips, but he gave no answer. His existence, bound to some great hidden power, remained a mystery to Mo Tian. Only time would reveal the truth.

Outside, the night grew darker still. A storm began to rage in the distance. Yet in Mo Tian's heart, a new resolve had begun to take shape. A great war was approaching in the world of Murim, and he would not falter.

The man's decision to return was the first step.

But Mo Tian knew—this path was far from over.

And as they stepped into the night, the wind welcomed them, carrying whispers of a future filled with chaos... and hope.