Chapter 83 Fortifying the Anomalies
Author: Blue Princess
last update2026-05-06 15:40:00

The air within the Obsidian Domain no longer felt like atmosphere; it felt like a pressurized fluid of pure, refined potential. After the dissolution of the Heavenly Envoy, the very laws of causality within the stronghold had curdled into something entirely new.

Jian Chen stood in the heart of the Chamber of Echoes, his hands hovering over a sprawling, three-dimensional representation of the continent. But it wasn't a map anymore. It was a grid, a web of glowing, interconnected nodes that puls
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