Shanhe World shook, and demonic fiends ran rampant.
Across the hundred-odd regions into which the vast Trial World had been divided, black miasma bred and coiled. Countless monsters crawled out along one rift after another, seeking to occupy the entire world.
The disciples of the six sects scattered throughout the regions were briefly thrown into disarray by the monsters that suddenly poured out. Soon, however, the disciples of each sect regained their composure and either drove the monsters back or slew them.
Yet this was only the first wave of monsters, and the disciples scattered throughout the Trial World had clearly realized as much from those rifts. Educated by their sects and possessed of broad knowledge and experience, they naturally understood that when demons emerged from the Abyssal Ruins, it meant this world might already be unable to sustain itself. Moreover, the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was so thin that the world was plainly withered and ruined.
This world would soon crumble and collapse!
Once they realized this, the disciples of the six sects scattered everywhere felt a powerful sense of urgency: they had little time left!
In a stretch of woodland strewn with fallen trees and wreckage, four figures either sat cross-legged to regulate their breathing or leaned against ancient trees, warily watching their surroundings. Their different robes made it clear that they belonged to different sects.
The cultivator seated cross-legged wore Penglai's Azure Lotus Cloudsea Robe, with a Dharma Sword laid across his knees; he was naturally a Penglai disciple. The man leaning against an ancient tree and keeping watch wore a Flying Silver Brocade Cloud Robe and belonged to the Zhenxiao Dao Sect. Beside them stood a female cultivator wearing a Qinghua Green Bamboo Cloud-Folding Robe, holding a Tracking Array Disk as she examined the