An Immortal Realm where astonishing immortal herbs covered the ground, where even the spiritual energy was so dense it condensed into a ceaseless rain—this legend was simply too astounding.
Imagine a cultivator standing within the Desolate Plains, where every plant was an immortal herb of the Spirit Transformation grade, or even the True Spirit grade. What heights would that cultivator reach?
Moreover, this legend was highly likely to be true.
From what Ling Longtian had said, to the gray bracelet in Ling Longtian's hand, every sign indicated that those heaven-shaking great powers of Northern Mang, the Spirit Clan and the Desolate Clan, had indeed had many dealings with the legendary figure who had left behind the heavenly dome.
With Void Daoist's achievements back then, his judgment would absolutely not have been inferior to Wei Suo's and the others'. He would never have joined the war between the Spirit Clan and Desolate Clan over something utterly illusory. He must have obtained certain clues before taking part in that earthshaking battle capable of causing even Emperor-level figures to fall.
"Unfortunately, Zhan Tai Linglan only knew this much. Even if we rack our brains dry, it will be useless." Extreme Yin Divine Monarch could not help sighing.
"No, there may be one more person who knows more." Wei Suo looked at everyone and said.
"That's right, that Desolate Clan Great Power!" Upon hearing Wei Suo's words, Han Weiwei and the others immediately realized it, and all shuddered in alarm.
They had all been forced to remain on Storm Island because of the Outer Realm Demons, but Wei Suo had sensed the presence of an overwhelmingly powerful Desolate Clan Great Power from the very beginning. The severed arm and the Desolate Clan inheritance deliberately sent out were basically a trap set by this Desolate