The concept of Grotto-Heaven and Blessed Land had existed since ancient times.
It was not only in the East that there was the concept of Grotto-Heaven and Blessed Land; the West also had legends about secret realms.
Thanks to a certain Pink Haired Girl, Bai Zhi knew a little about such things.
So-called Grotto-Heaven and Blessed Lands were imitations of Noah's Ark.
To some extent, the base that Little Bubble had won, housing one hundred thousand final survivors, could also be called a miniature Grotto-Heaven and Blessed Land.
It was simply too small, and its modifications had been too rushed and inadequate. It could not compare to a true Grotto-Heaven and Blessed Land at all.
True Grotto-Heaven and Blessed Lands had once been places where Immortals cultivated and lived. Now that the world's situation was worsening and Anomalies were appearing one after another, they had become the safest refuges.
Yet before the year had even ended, the Relevant Department had begun urgently arranging the relocation of Grotto-Heaven and Blessed Lands. This unusual situation inevitably gave him much to think about.
"...Could some large-scale disaster be approaching?"
Frowning slightly, Bai Zhi turned to look toward the courtyard.
It was dusk. Between heaven and earth, everything had been dyed golden yellow by the setting sun, like a painting.
Although the scene before him looked beautiful, dusk was the hour when demons roamed. The myths and legends passed down since ancient times were no longer merely legends today.
After a brief moment of thought, Bai Zhi called Zhuge Yun.
Xia Wen and the others might not know any top-secret intelligence, but Zhuge Yun certainly would. Since he had a reliable channel for information, why bother making blind guesses himself?
However, the information Zhuge Yun gave him was far beyond his expectations.
"...A Super