The last line of Wu Yin's final message, intriguingly, related to him, hinting at a scripture she wished to be delivered to him. This realization left Wang Xuan engulfed in an overwhelming silence, a void filling his heart. 0

In the olden days, under the alias Wang Xiao, he had been the sole grandmaster in the domain of ancient arts, inheriting the title after the legendary Old Chen. His prodigious talents were unparalleled. Yet, in her premonition of impending doom, Wu Yin had made a point to mention the scripture for him, asking her kin to ensure it reached him.2

"Proceed outside the canyon. I will search a bit more," Wang Xuan said, pressing forward alongside his trusty white horse.0

He delved another twenty miles into the canyon's depths until an imposing, dark abyss blocked his path, shrouded in clouds and mist, signaling the canyon's deepest reaches. There was no way forward. 0

The evidence of an intense battle was apparent. The ground was littered with fragments of silvery scales and tufts of black fur. Large swaths of dried blood, although now desiccated, still emanated a terrifying aura of malice. Parts of the cliff had collapsed, spanning several hundred meters, with innumerable black cracks, each a couple of inches wide. The signs pointed unmistakably to a battle of the extraordinary.0

Wang Xuan murmured, "Wu Yin..." 0

After being taken by the creature...4