The volcanic crater loomed, its basalt walls cracked and jagged, exhaling heat that shimmered like a fevered pulse, each fissure glowing faintly with molten veins. Ash drifted in the air, settling like a heavy shroud, clogging the lungs and pressing against the chest with a weight that felt alive. The ground trembled faintly, a low growl that spoke of forces grinding deep below, ready to split the earth. Beyond a fracture where the crater's heart pulsed red, a rift throbbed—a crimson maw that radiated a force so immense it could pulverize mountains. The Crimson Abyss, the sixtieth force, had awakened, its boundless crush of infinite power a silent vow to grind Lin Feng's spirit to dust.