Chapter 67 - The Vortex’s Pull

The Ye Clan estate lay hushed under a twilight sky, its stones kissed by a faint silver glow, yet a restless tremor stirred beneath the earth, as if the world itself held its breath. Beyond the gate, where shadows pooled like spilled ink, a rift pulsed—a jagged tear in reality, exhaling a spiraling indigo haze that coiled upward, twisting the stars into smears. The air grew taut, heavy with a force that tugged at the edges of existence, pulling at the roots of the trees and the seams of the heart. The Vortex, the thirtieth force, had come, its boundless spiral of infinite power whispering a promise to unravel all that Lin Feng had forged.