March passed just like that, without a sound.
In the blink of an eye, April and May arrived.
Over these past months, the entire Southern Wasteland had remained calm and peaceful. The Feng and Chen Families, who had once clashed endlessly with Wu Qi, had temporarily quieted down as well. The main reason was that every power in the Southern Wasteland with even halfway decent access to information had been frightened.
Indeed, the routes connecting the Southern Wasteland to the outside were now controlled by Zhao Cheng, but that did not mean the Southern Wasteland had been completely cut off from the world.
It was merely that the smaller paths were perilous and difficult to traverse, unsuitable for large merchant caravans or marching armies.
Besides, countless years ago, Daoists had already tamed birds. Over the long passage of time, even ordinary people had come to master some of the techniques of beast taming, using them to deliver letters.
Under such circumstances, what had happened beneath Heaven's End Pass had spread throughout the Southern Wasteland as early as March.
Faced with that destructive power which had buried an army of a million, no one could remain composed and unruffled.
Even though everyone had already guessed that such a method must be difficult to replicate—otherwise, Zhao Cheng would not have needed to withdraw back to the Southern Wasteland—knowing was one thing. It did nothing to stop them from being afraid.
And as time passed, more details came to light. For instance, the charred corpses within the zone of destruction actually emitted a faint glow at night. For instance, fertile soil had turned into poisonous earth; ordinary people who remained there for a time would be poisoned and die in agony, beyond the saving of any medicine.
As for the very center of