After hundreds of thousands of years of washing, the Primordial World was flourishing, and the workings of Heaven and Earth were gradually reaching completion.
Unlike when Heaven and Earth had first opened in the Primordial World, when the Great Dao was hidden and the Heavenly Dao emerged, the Heavenly Dao had now begun to take control of Heaven and Earth. But back then, the Heavenly Dao had only just come into being and was far from complete. Only after withstanding the passage of time could it continue to perfect itself.
At this moment, the Primordial World was rich with Innate Spiritual Qi, which was striving to nurture life—especially powerful beings and Heaven and Earth Supreme Treasures.
In a remote valley in the Primordial World, the mountains were steep and rugged, like crouching monsters. The place was cold, bleak, and desolate, with not a blade of grass growing. Blackened rocks covered the slopes, and deathly pale clouds veiled the valley. From afar, all one could see was a stretch of gray haze, devoid of any signs of life.
Eighty-one black banners stood in the valley, arranged according to an unfathomably profound formation. Layers of Black Mist drifted around them, so dark that even approaching light seemed to be swallowed whole, like a world beneath storm clouds. Countless scattered bones lay piled together, all dark, filthy, and murky, some still giving off a faint glow.
A weakened shadow sat cross-legged within the Soul Banner, constantly drawing in souls to mend his injured body.
"There's too little Death Qi, Killing Qi, and too few Ghosts in this Primordial World. If the entire Netherworld Land hadn't been sealed, I wouldn't be unable to draw the spiritual energy needed to repair my body. I finally found this Extreme Yin Land, but there are almost no