The spectacular sight of a pillar holding up the sky divided the Southern Border into eastern and western halves, serving as the crucial boundary between the two great camps.
The Demon Race forces based at Yingci Mountain occupied the west, while Marquis Shen's followers gathered in the east. They faced each other from afar, separated by that enormous stone pillar that pierced the heavens. Should either side cross even half a step over the line, full-scale war would erupt, and the defeated side would suffer a devastating blow.
The two sides maintained a remarkably tacit understanding. Though scattered individuals crossed the border to clash and slaughter one another, most of them remained dormant, waiting.
Waiting for the outcome of the decisive battle. The victorious side would become like floodwaters bursting through a dam, crashing over the boundary and utterly destroying the other.
The towering stone pillar was, in essence, an afterimage. From afar, it looked solemn and lofty.
Yet once one drew close and walked forward, one could even enter the area covered by the pillar, as if standing within it.
The enormous shadow that blanketed heaven and earth had endured wind and rain, sunlight and moonlight, yet remained utterly unscathed. It gave the world a direct understanding of just how terrifying a pinnacle Heaven Sect master was.
"Such methods are already no different from those of heavenly beings and immortals!"
The speaker was an alchemist with an evil cast to his face. Yet he had no companions at his side; everyone gave him a wide berth.
This scene left those unaware of the truth somewhat astonished.
By all rights, alchemists from the south should not have been treated this way. Although most alchemists near the Southern Border were descendants of exiled criminals, after the Demon Transformation Cauldron emerged, this