Bitter Grove Pure Land

Perhaps because of the environment in his previous life, whenever conditions allowed, Ning Ye had never minded showing off.

But on the other hand, as long as the Demon Abyss Rift existed, it would affect the mortal realm. Under such circumstances, Ning Ye did not mind fulfilling a cultivator's duty and offering this world some protection.

Thus, from that day onward, the cultivators of Aurora Island officially began dealing with the Demon Abyss.

They built spell formations, transformed the environment, hunted Demonic Beasts, resisted the corruption, and labored without complaint—a textbook example of serving the people.

This left the cultivators of the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance speechless.

It seemed Ning Ye truly intended to sacrifice himself for the world, making the Ten Thousand Immortals Alliance, which opposed him, look ever more like laughable villainous clowns. Fortunately, at least this time, Li Fengshan had no intention of pulling any strings in secret—they placed their hopes in the strangeness of the Demon Abyss Rift.

Everyone knew there was something wrong with this rift. They simply did not know what was wrong, when it would erupt, or even what the outcome of that eruption would be.

Considering that Ning Ye's current method of sealing it off was itself a form of expenditure, no one minded letting this wear him down for a while.

Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, half a year had gone by.

To the cultivation world, half a year was a very short time. But for the cultivators of Aurora Island, these past six months had not been easy.

Every day was spent fighting Demonic Beasts, with no benefits to speak of. Aside from people like Xuanyuan Long, who cultivated the Path of Myriad Tribulations and could advance through battle, this was torment for most cultivators.