Wenhuo Great World.
The once-prominent Sang Family Immortal City had long since fallen into ruin. The Earth Dragon had turned over, and the earth veins had shifted.
After years of bloody warfare against the Devil Race, the cultivators of Wenhuo Great World had struggled to hold on, building a crude fortress amid Sang Family Immortal City to remain locked in a stalemate with all manner of Demonic Beasts. Though both the Cultivation World and the mortal realm had once been fond of cursing the Heavenly Court, only now did they understand its merits.
Compared to the Heavenly Court's fortresses, powerful without sacrificing beauty, this was more than merely crude.
The fortress had been hastily cobbled together as a temporary measure.
Part of the remaining walls of the former Sang Family Immortal City had been embedded with half a battleship left over from the Heavenly Court's war losses, a formation excavated from some immortal's tomb, the bones of some gigantic Demonic Beast, and an eighteenth-hand Heavenly Court ballista bought from who knew which black market...
It reeked of a rough, filthy style, like a scavenging beggar had built a structure of wildly mismatched styles—and without any permits whatsoever.
Night fell.
There were neither stars nor moon.
The Immortal City stood on high ground, allowing one to see very, very far.
Occasionally, beastly howls could be heard.
To those holding the fortress, beastly roars had once made their faces pale. Now, hearing them was like listening to the fierce shrew next door curse in the street—grating, yet reassuring, solid, deeply cherished and sorely missed. What had brought about such a change in everyone were the occasional piercing shrieks of wandering Demonic Beasts...
Many Magic Tool lanterns hung from the fortress. From afar, they looked like a field of stars amid the darkness.