Even those of the Human Race who had become true immortals or heavenly immortals dared not venture into this place lightly.
The young chief of the Lieshan Tribe, once a Taiyi golden immortal, now lay on a weed-choked patch of wasteland.
His body lay pressed against the earth, his face smeared with dirt and bits of grass. He was a sorry sight.
He struggled to push himself up and looked around, finding nothing but unfamiliar, desolate scenery.
Rolling mountains stretched into the distance. A handful of low stone houses stood scattered at their foot, wisps of cooking smoke rising from their roofs.
From deeper in the mountains, he could faintly hear the howls of savage beasts, a sound that sent chills down his spine.
Lieshan drew a deep breath and stood.
His cultivation had been sealed, his physical strength suppressed. At this moment, he was no different from a mortal.
The faint trace of essence refining into qi cultivation within him still allowed him to absorb tiny wisps of spiritual qi from the world.
"So this is... a tribe of my people?" Lieshan murmured, staring blankly at the crude stone houses in the distance.
Had he not seen humans moving among them, he would have suspected it was an illusion.
Lieshan staggered toward them.
The weeds on the wasteland grew taller than a person, and jagged stones littered the uneven ground beneath his feet. He fell several times, cutting himself all over.
Once, he had been a Taiyi golden immortal, able to travel thousands of miles in an instant with a mere thought.
Now, he stumbled just trying to walk. It took him a long time to adjust to his suppressed body.
The feeling left him both bewildered and surprised.
By the time Lieshan reached the tribe, he could walk