Ethereal World: Vicious Cannon Fodder's Immortality Road novel Chapter 925

Chapter 925: The Five Elders of the Storm Roc Clan

[Scarlet Continent, Forgotten Domain, Northern Region, Ember Dune Desert, Storm Roc Clan’s Territory]

The winds howled across the vast expanse of the Ember Dune Desert, carrying grains of sand that shimmered like embers under the dimming sky. Peng Ruining stood at the edge of the Storm Roc Clan’s territory, his usually carefree expression replaced by a rare solemnity. Beside him, the other Storm Rocs listened intently as Shenlian Yingyue relayed her findings, their sharp eyes reflecting both suspicion and unease.

"If what you’re saying is true, then we are all in grave danger," Peng Ruining finally spoke, his voice low and measured. His fingers tightened around the hilt of the storm-forged blade at his side. "But words alone are not enough. I need proof before I bring this before the Elders."

Shenlian Yingyue had anticipated this. Without hesitation, she raised her hand, her fingers tracing an arc in the air. A luminous screen materialized before them, displaying a series of recordings, hidden underground caverns, ancient ruins, and remote desert outposts, all marked with sinister crimson symbols pulsating with malevolent energy.

The Storm Rocs stiffened, their wings rustling in agitation. The images were unmistakable, the Blood Formation, a forbidden ritual that could unravel the very fabric of their land.

"Here," Shenlian Yingyue said, her voice steady. With a flick of her wrist, the recording condensed into a crystal, which she tossed to Peng Ruining. "This should be enough."

Peng Ruining caught it, his grip firm. His gaze lingered on the desert beyond, as if searching for signs of the encroaching darkness. "I’ll inform the Elders and the other Northern Region forces," he said at last. "But until then, it would be best if you stayed. This matter concerns us all."

"Very well. We’ll remain for now." Shenlian Yingyue exchanged glances with her companions. After a brief silent agreement, she nodded.

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[Sky-Spanning Roc Palace]

The Sky-Spanning Roc Palace stood as a testament to the Storm Roc Clan’s might, its towering spires piercing the storm-laden skies. The grand hall was a masterpiece of craftsmanship, black storm-marble veined with streaks of lightning, jade pillars carved with the likenesses of legendary storm beasts, and a ceiling of ever-shifting heavens that mirrored the clan’s dominion over the winds.

At the far end of the Main Hall, seated upon a throne of thunder-forged iron and phoenix stone, was Peng Ruining. His usual playful demeanor was absent, replaced by the regal bearing of a clan leader. Flanking him were the Five Elders, each seated in their unique stormwood chairs, their presence exuding an aura of ancient power.

"We were told a guest with the stride of the wind and the shadow of the storm would come. Speak, why have you entered our domain?" One of the Elders, a wizened figure with eyes like crackling lightning, was the first to break the silence. His voice rumbled like distant thunder.

Shenlian Yingyue stepped forward, her stance unwavering. "Because a calamity is awakening beneath the sands," she declared. "The Rakshasa have begun their Blood Formation across the Ember Dune Desert. If left unchecked, even the skies above will drown in blood."

A murmur rippled through the Elders.

"You speak of demons and destruction. Yet, words are but wind. Where is your proof?" Another, a stern-faced woman with talon-like rings adorning her fingers, tapped the stormwood table impatiently.

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