The wasteland.
The Black Tide surged.
In the ruins of a gigantic city.
"Cough, cough... cough, cough..."
Inside an abandoned manor, the Dao Sect's patriarch, Zong Chendao, leaned against a wall covered in cracks. His face was deathly pale, utterly devoid of color, as if every last drop of blood had been drained from him.
He was now in Dongliang Province of the Great Yan Dynasty. The region was mountainous, its people fierce, and it had once been home to several powerful sects.
But the Black Tide surged, and endless aberrations descended. All the splendor of Dongliang City had been washed away by wind and rain.
Now this magnificent city had become a ruin, utterly destroyed.
Rumble!
Rumble!
In an instant, a deep, thunderous sound rang out.
"Damn it!"
Zong Chendao's expression changed. He quickly scrambled to his feet, ready to rush outside.
But though he moved fast, he was still too late.
High above, a massive fist suddenly appeared and slammed down at the ruins below. The place seemed to be struck by an earthquake; under an overwhelming force, everything was crushed to powder.
Pfft!
At that moment, a flash of azure light flickered, and Zong Chendao emerged from underground, rising into the air.
He looked even more battered than before, swaying as if he might fall at any moment.
"I was careless. I really was careless!"
"Last time, I shouldn't have been so rash as to fight the Barbarian King."
At that moment, regret showed on the face of the Dao Sect's patriarch.
Last time, he had received a message from Venerable Hua, learning that a new Jie Realm cultivator had appeared in Nanyan Prefecture and had made an agreement with Venerable Hua:
After killing the Lotus God, they would come to the wasteland and join forces with