Deep within Desolate Hall, a lone peak rose from the earth, towering majestically. The entire mountain was withered brown and yellow, without a blade of grass or a single lush tree. Its exposed cliffs exuded an ancient desolation. From afar, it looked lifeless, and a barren aura rushed toward anyone who gazed upon it.
Above that desolate peak, however, a vast and mighty Cinnabar River surged through the sky. Crimson waves of elixirs roared and churned, carrying immense Origin Energy across the heavens.
Golden-red rays of light spilled across the sky, standing in stark contrast to the dead, yellowed lone peak below. One withered and one flourishing, one still and one moving—the contrast was striking, and the sight was so magnificent that it made hearts tremble.
At that moment, fine ripples suddenly spread through the space above the lone peak. Xiao Ling's tall figure slowly emerged from the void. He raised his eyes toward the desolate mountain, his gaze piercing through the boundless barren aura and landing directly upon its summit, as though he had long locked onto that ancient source of desolation.
"Yan, next, I'll take you to meet an old friend."
The corners of Xiao Ling's lips lifted slightly as he spoke softly. His tone was calm, but he was speaking to the Spirit of the Ancestral Stone within him.
"Desolation's condition is likely dreadful at present. If you act this time, I hope you can lend it a hand. It has suffered far too much over these years." The Spirit of the Ancestral Stone's indifferent voice slowly echoed through Xiao Ling's consciousness.
Xiao Ling's lips curled faintly, and a trace of coldness flashed through his eyes.
"Don't worry. In this world, only the Evil Demon Emperor is worth a little caution from me. The rest are nothing