Amid the clamor raised by the Mountain-Moving Cloud Boats, Gui Yan strolled away unhurriedly. He did not think anything else would happen afterward.
This was already south of the Cang River. Even the heaven-and-earth essence here seemed gentler and more balanced; breathing out the old and drawing in the new was almost comfortable. By comparison, the essence in the northern lands was somewhat rougher, yet also more vast and overbearing—a flavor all its own. Of course, in that dead land of the Northern Wastes, taking a single breath was no different from swallowing venom.
Gui Yan had just come from the Northern Wastes, so he felt this most deeply.
Influenced by the death qi of the Land of Eternal Damnation, the surface of the Northern Wastes had been devoid of living creatures for years. Death qi had seeped dozens of li underground, occasionally erupting; conflicting with heaven-and-earth essence, it had made the environment vile beyond all measure.
Yet even so, cultivators of this world had never stopped exploring that region. Rumors of Yellow Springs, azure heavens, the Shangqing Secret Treasure, and the like had never ceased, drawing countless people into that dead land like moths hurling themselves into flame.
Among them, the place where Lu Chen had battled the two great Devil Masters years ago was especially alluring.
Because of the impact of the clash between those three supreme masters of divine abilities—and because it was the central collision zone between the true world and the Land of Eternal Damnation—it was the most severely damaged region, without question.
The density of death qi, the chaos of heaven-and-earth essence, and the danger of the environment were all unparalleled within the Northern Wastes. Yet the collision, convergence, and continued coexistence of the two worlds was truly an unprecedented marvel. Perhaps one could