Divine Upheaval in the Southern Wastelands

Southern Wastelands, Medicine King Mountain. The fragrance of spiritual herbs had become tangible here, misting the air like hazy fog.

At this moment, deep within Medicine King Mountain, the Ge Clan's four Purple Mansion cultivators had gathered together.

"Everyone, this is the latest intelligence. In this short span of time, dozens of petty gods have appeared across the Southern Wastelands. Those are only the ones we discovered—there may be many more hidden in the shadows."

With a grave expression, a middle-aged Daoist with black hair and beard, clad in a crimson robe, sent out a streak of spiritual light that directly formed a screen of light. As they looked over the information displayed on it, the Ge Clan's other three elders wore varying expressions.

As the foremost Purple Mansion clan in the Southern Wastelands, they did not turn pale at the mention of the Divine Dao. In truth, whether in the past or present, there had always been people researching the power of the Divine Dao. Even the Ge Clan had dabbled in it. Yet all of this had remained hidden in the dark; no faction would place the matter out in the open. It was an unspoken understanding.

This time, however, that understanding had been shattered. The power of the Divine Dao was spreading at an eerie pace.

"First Elder, this matter is highly abnormal. I suspect someone is pushing things from behind the scenes."

His voice low, the crimson-robed Daoist spoke again.

Hearing this, the old man seated at the head slowly opened his eyes. His hair was grizzled, his skin as tender as an infant's, his figure round and full, and a fresh fragrance lingered around him.

"You suspect the Chaos God Church?"

Understanding dawned on him as the Ge Clan's First Elder, Ge Danxin, turned his