Eastwater.
The scorching sun blazed overhead. The earth was parched and cracked...
The steady drizzle brought on by the fall of "Bai Mu" had long since vanished, replaced by surging waves of fire poison.
Suddenly!
After noon, the sky darkened once more. Sand and stones flew as fierce winds rose...
"This accursed weather... half a day of drought, then half a day of gale-force winds..."
Fang Wujiu had taken Fang Shangxuan on a patrol. After returning with a mouthful of sand, he hurried back inside the Mandala formation, where he finally felt somewhat more comfortable. Le Mingxue came toward them.
"Elder sister-in-law."
Fang Wujiu gave her a meaningful glance.
"Come with me!"
Le Mingxue glanced at the White Clan cultivators patrolling nearby, then led Fang Wujiu and his son to the cave dwelling.
Fang Shangxuan stood guard outside. Le Mingxue casually set up a soundproofing restriction before asking, "What happened out there? Why has the weather changed so drastically? Yesterday it was a steady drizzle, and today it's scorching heat and fierce winds..."
"What else could have happened? The world's spiritual aura has changed. Someone far more important than Bai Mu must have fallen... He was a mid-stage Purple Mansion cultivator!" Fang Wujiu sighed, looking toward the Harmonious Bliss Sect's mountain gate. "By my reckoning, the great battle began long ago. We've found some peace hiding in the rear, but sooner or later, we'll be caught in the crossfire... Sigh, I wonder how that child Tian Youliang is doing."
"We can barely protect ourselves. What can we do?"
Le Mingxue could only smile bitterly. "At least that Steel Strength Dudzi is guarding this place..."
Before they could say more, Fang Shangxuan burst in from outside. "Beyond the formation... there are so many... monsters!"
"Hm?"
Fang Wujiu hurried to the edge