Rugged, forbidding mountains rose one behind another, towering into the clouds and stretching into the distance. Vast forests spoke of the age and tranquility of this land no one had ever explored.
Seen from above, the place stirred a sense of primeval wilderness deep in the heart.
Lin Yi flickered forward and silently passed through an illusory barrier.
The next moment, the view opened up. A real world lay before him.
An immense plain stretched for hundreds of miles, flat and broad as a vast disk of dark-green jade. Its sheer expanse was breathtaking.
Fields, roads, rivers, and cities dotted the plain. At a glance, it almost looked like a small prefecture of Great Qian.
Countless houses extended toward the horizon. At the center stood a massive city, presumably the Witch Ghost Way's true stronghold.
This land, hundreds of miles across, had a mild climate, fertile soil, and no contact with the outside world. It was like a hidden paradise.
What a Cave Heaven Blessed Land. Who would have thought the rugged Desolate Wilderness held a place like this? It was a little small, but spring lasted all year. Perfect for farming and building a life.
The Desolate Wilderness was sparsely populated to begin with. Enslaving a few natives would be more than enough to support the Witch Ghost Way.
"Hm? What dense Wish Power from incense offerings! What was the Witch Ghost Way doing, mixing religion and government?"
Lin Yi had made no attempt to conceal himself since entering the plain. He flew openly toward the great city at its center.
Below, countless ragged slaves worked the fields like walking corpses, their faces numb and indifferent to everything around them.
Even if Lin Yi walked past them and said hello, they probably would not look up, much less answer.