No one could leave this village.
Because Chen Yan would never allow the seeds of the Outer Dao to be carried out of this place.
Within just a few days, only the Outer Dao Puppets remained in the village.
Perhaps they could break through the unguarded border passes of the Eastern Phoenix Dynasty, but they could never breach the imposing walls Chen Yan had built, a thousand feet high and without a single gap.
Completing all this had taken Chen Yan a little effort.
He could, of course, have activated the Great Evolution Art directly to bring those imposing walls into being.
But Chen Yan did not dare try that.
Because any intervention made through the Great Evolution Art might, just as it had at the beginning, be invaded and devoured by the Outer Dao Puppets, ultimately becoming their "power."
If his own power were tainted by the Outer Dao, the consequences would be unimaginable.
That was precisely why Chen Yan had built these twelve enormous, thick walls from stone taken from the distant Silver River Mountains, then dropped them from the sky.
This time, Chen Yan had finally locked the source of the calamity within this tiny patch of land.
For the past hundred and twenty-seven years, Chen Yan had never intervened in this world, just as he had done during the third Reincarnation.
He had simply allowed the living beings of this realm to grow wild.
Three days after the walls fell, the dozens of hunters from this mountain village in the Far Eastern Lands who had gone hunting in the forest all hurried back.
They stared, dumbfounded, at the "miracle" before them.
Then, very quickly, they descended into madness.
Because on the other side of those thick walls were their loved ones.
Some hunters desperately tried to