At the thought of the uprising spreading, igniting the Great Spirit Field Realm like gunpowder, with the fury of billions of Spirit Farmers spreading across the entire land of Kun Province...
The atmosphere within the Secret Chamber turned icy to the extreme.
Mo Hua's expression grew grave as he asked, "Why did the riots break out?"
Gu Changhuai said in a deep voice, "Apparently, it was because of a small-scale Famine Disaster..."
Mo Hua was extremely sensitive to the words "Famine Disaster." His expression changed at once when he heard them. "A Famine Disaster?"
Gu Changhuai found Mo Hua's reaction somewhat excessive and was a little surprised, but he still nodded.
The disasters of the Great Wilderness played out once more in Mo Hua's mind.
That Great Famine Disaster, which had dragged on for so long that the land lay barren for a thousand miles, the living devoured one another, and tribes slaughtered each other, rose once again in his heart.
One miserable scene after another—he could not forget them even if he wanted to.
And that... terrifying Ghostly Path figure.
Mo Hua's voice trembled faintly. "What... kind of Famine Disaster?"
Gu Changhuai did not quite understand. "What kind?"
Mo Hua asked in a low voice, "Was there any invisible evil mist? Did the plants wither? Were the cultivators caught in the Famine Disaster... abnormal in any way? Were there... signs of people 'eating' people?"
Mo Hua fired off a string of questions.
Gu Changhuai was somewhat stunned and had no idea what exactly Mo Hua was describing.
Was this the Famine Disaster you meant, or the end of the cultivation world?
Gu Changhuai merely shook his head.
"The kind you described is a little too exaggerated. It could not be that bad..."
"The Famine Disasters in places like Azure