All this showed that the situation in the Demon Land World had improved greatly over the past two years compared to the beginning.
The cultivators who had survived naturally would not turn back to look at those others whose Dao Paths had been buried here. Their eyes had turned toward everyone else's Fate Allotment.
That was only natural.
Those glaringly bright Fate Allotments, capable of drawing forth a trace of longing from one's heart amid the invisible, boundless expanse—there was no one who did not want them.
The Blood River Demonic Cultivator pursuing those streaks of light ahead was no exception.
Of course, he knew why they had fled here.
But to him, it made no difference.
This Barren Land stretching tens of thousands of miles was merely an insignificant corner beside a mountain range in the northwestern region of the Demon Land World.
At the center of the Demon Land World stood divine mountains and Immortal Mountains.
With an Immortal Mountain at its center, the land had been divided in all directions into five great regions. Within those five regions, the terrain and spiritual currents differed as vastly as heaven and earth.
Some cultivators vaguely felt that these terrains and spiritual currents were far too strange. Some places were filled with violent gales that stripped away souls and bones; any cultivator who fell within was never seen emerging again.
Other places blazed like fire, their fire-element aura incomparably dense. Ordinary cultivators would not enjoy remaining in regions of such extremes, where only a single elemental power existed.
These eight regions lay scattered across the five great domains, and this desolate wilderness was not among those extraordinary and perilous lands.
Yet it was hardly a good place either.
The spiritual currents here were not dense, which had little effect on