Elder Xianthe stands at the edge of their small floating island, his eyes fixed on the larger island in the distance. The vast expanse between them seems alive with treacherous winds that slice through the air with lethal precision. Earlier, he had ventured a few steps beyond the protective barrier to test the intensity of these winds, and the experience had left him deeply concerned.
Even with his cultivation at the Soul-Body Converging Realm, Elder Xianthe had felt the sharpness of the air cutting into his skin, threatening to slice deeper with every second he remained exposed. He had quickly retreated back to safety, calculating that he could endure those conditions for no more than thirty minutes before sustaining serious injuries.