The White Python Wasteland was covered everywhere with towering wild grass. The wild grass here grew in clusters of dozens of stalks, each clump dense and tangled, stretching endlessly into the distance until its edges vanished from sight.
It was called wild grass because the land here was not fertile. Broken stones lay scattered everywhere.
Clusters of tall weeds grew amid the rubble, appearing remarkably tough. Each clump of wild grass stood several feet to nearly a dozen feet tall, its stems marked with streaks of white. Swaying in the wind, the entire expanse of tall grass looked like thick serpents holding their heads high and writhing through the air.
The entire heaven and earth were shrouded in a faint white mist. Viewed from afar, the landscape appeared eerie and terrifying.
"Fellow Daoists, this White Python Wasteland is a perilous place. It covers an extremely vast area, extending for hundreds of millions of miles. Many demon beasts and demonic insects live here. They aren't large, but they are exceedingly vicious. There are enormous numbers of them, and they live in groups. They are also highly intelligent and exceptionally skilled at earth escape, making them extremely difficult to guard against or locate.
"If one is surrounded by them, escaping is no easy matter. However, this region is extraordinarily rich in resources, containing several hundred kinds of precious materials needed by cultivators above the Ghost Master level. That is why it also attracts large numbers of cultivators seeking adventure and treasures.
"Still, ordinary cultivators enter in groups and do not venture in alone. Back then, this Crimson Demon Ancestor joined a cultivator team before entering the White Python Wasteland."
Stopping atop a low earthen hill, Crimson Demon Ancestor spoke with a solemn expression.
"Even Fellow cultivator Chi had to join a team