Remote Small World.
Dragon Palace.
The endless drizzle deepened the colors of the green trees and blue roof tiles. On the bluestone outside, fist-sized selaginella that had lain dormant revived and caught the rainwater. Distant clouds swept in soundlessly and crashed against the peaks of Dragon Palace, shrouding it in white mist.
Fat Tiger lay beneath the eaves, shrinking as close to the door as possible. Half the fur on his body had been soaked by the rain.
Tu Yue paced back and forth on the stone steps outside the courtyard, her face anxious. Every circuit, she would glance at the house. The heavenly god who had descended to the mortal world still gave off no sign of life, though spiritual energy remained and her heartbeat was slow, as if she had entered some kind of dormant state. Most strangely, there was no trace of soul fluctuations at all. Lying inside the room, she was like an empty shell.
After returning from exploring the secret realm, that mysterious heavenly god who had descended to the mortal world had suddenly fallen asleep. Tu Yue had worked with the tiger demon to escort the sleeping Mysterious Girl back to Dragon Palace. Then a major event had suddenly erupted in the Cultivation World, leaving her trapped in Dragon Palace and unable to leave...
A large sect had suddenly risen up and begun expanding, wiping out several small and medium-sized sects and lineages in only a few days.
Territorial expansion through cultivation battles was common enough in the Cultivation World. At worst, cultivator lineages could surrender and pay tribute. Protection money was protection money, no matter who received it.
The problem was that this time was completely different from before.
The sect leading the expansion had gone mad, copying the methods of the demonic