"All right!" The red-haired old man nodded and finally said no more. The cave abode fell silent once again.
The mountain rain was about to come, and the wind filled the tower. The Confucian and Demon sects fought openly and schemed in secret, and the cultivation world of Xuankong Island sank into panic. All the major powers remained on the sidelines, watching.
The two great giants were about to reignite the flames of war. Some rejoiced, while others worried. The teleportation arrays in Xuankong Island's major markets became extremely busy, with people coming and going, each making plans for their own interests.
However, this time everyone had misjudged.
Several months passed. The Demon Nether Sect and Haoran Sect waged a fierce war of words, yet showed not the slightest sign of actually coming to blows.
Everyone was stunned, but could only let matters take their course. The storm caused by the Ma Family's destruction gradually settled down.
As for Lin Xuan, he flew westward all the way. Several days later, the weather gradually turned gloomy. Looking ahead, he saw an endless stretch of desolate plain and wasteland.
His escaping light slowed, and Lin Xuan stopped in midair. He took a jade-green Jade Slip from his robes and sank his divine sense into it.
A moment later, Lin Xuan raised his head. He had finally arrived at the Yin Spirit Plains.
In the Seven Star Island Cloud Sea, Xuankong Island was a sixth-grade island, vast beyond measure. At the far western edge of the island lay a desolate plain where not a single human lived.
It covered roughly a million li. Legend had it that in ancient times, above the heavens and below the earth, the flames of war had once raged without end.
The specific cause had long