Central Province was reveling.
It was a rain of spiritual energy transformed from the Immortal Court Main Cannon, something this land, barren and silent for ten thousand years, had never dared hope for.
Light shone through the earth. Overnight, clusters of crystal-clear Spirit Crystals filled the abandoned mines of the Eastern Region.
Scalding magma cooled, and the depths of the Southern Frontier's dead volcanoes turned into flowing Jade Marrow Spirit Liquid.
Countless Cultivators broke through amid the spiritual rain.
They condensed Nascent Infant Essence in their sleep, while Spirit Transformation Cultivators who had been trapped at bottlenecks for centuries and long since lost hope stepped into immortality in a single stride.
Their foundations were tempered until they were incomparably solid. Youths who had only just set foot on the path of cultivation broke through three realms in a single night.
This was the best of times.
But after the wild joy came greed more naked than in any other age.
"Hey, hey, hey! That Nine-Leaf Lingzhi... I saw it first!"
"Bullshit! This place... this is our sect's old site! Everything on this mountain belongs to us!"
Two Cultivators who had only just broken through were already fighting in deadly earnest. Blades flashed beside a newly revived spirit vein node, and blood stained the tender new shoots red.
Scenes like this played out across Central Province.
Over a Spirit Herb, a chunk of ore, or a cave abode rich in spiritual energy.
Brothers turned against one another, and masters and disciples slaughtered each other.
Before absolute profit, the Order they had painstakingly established crumbled with ease.
The ruins of the Immortal-Burying Abyss.
Watching streaks of bloody light rise in the distance, Old Ancestor Cangwu sent an Immortal Vein Lord who was fighting over territory flying with a slash of his sword,