As the blinding light of the teleportation array faded, the members of the Beggars' Sect found themselves standing on soft earth, surrounded by towering trees whose ancient trunks stretched high above, their branches forming a dense, protective canopy.
Dappled sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting flickering shadows on the forest floor.
The air was thick, pulsing with qi so strong and rich that it felt like an almost tangible presence, unlike anything they had ever experienced.
Feng Liang was the first to feel the sheer potency of the qi surrounding them.
It was at a level he hadn't encountered in years, as dense as the qi fields of the Foundation Realm.
Each breath he took filled his lungs with energy, his spirit invigorated by the raw, unfiltered power of this place.
"This qi…" he murmured, his voice a mix of awe and reverence.
"It's almost untouched… as if it has been preserved here for centuries."