For nearly a thousand years, the Central Continent had not witnessed a battle involving more than a hundred Third Realm cultivators. Such a span was unimaginably remote not only to mortals, but even to most cultivators.
The riotous spiritual energy produced by the battle caused quite a few low-realm cultivators to go astray even from thousands of kilometers away. The resulting chaos in spiritual energy even drove some Immortal Realm cultivators mad.
Even more terrifyingly, the aftershocks of their battle quickly spread to the coastal regions of the Central Continent. Tsunamis several zhang high mercilessly destroyed towns all along the coast, followed by howling typhoons and torrential rain. The rain carried a bone-piercing chill; an ordinary person drenched for even half a quarter-hour would freeze stiff.
Fortunately, Haizhou Road, Mozhou Road, Nanlin Road, and Houjiang Road had prepared in advance, evacuating the people to inland cities. Yet the frenzied spiritual energy still caused the spirituality within many people's flesh and blood to run rampant.
At a resettlement site fifty kilometers south of Zhonghui City, Liu Shuang personally led several Second Realm Earth Vein cultivators on patrol. Wooden houses stretched for ten kilometers here, sheltering more than five hundred thousand people from the coastal regions.
It was now the hour of the Monkey, yet the resettlement area was pitch-dark beneath the ceaseless downpour. The raging winds made it impossible for Ordinary People to go outside, and the chill they carried was more than even Qi practitioners could withstand. Fortunately, every house had been equipped with a stove beforehand.
The people inside huddled around the stoves. Some were numb, some terrified, while others faced the direction of Thousand Wood Temple and prayed devoutly.
Braving the wind and rain, Liu Shuang slowly walked down the passage between two rows of wooden houses beneath