Mountains and rivers shattered, the earth overturned; green peaks collapsed, great valleys became abysses; long rivers ran dry, vast lakes were buried; ancient trees turned to ash, and living beings suffered unspeakably.
The Three Clans had finally fought with true fury. The flames of war spread across the entire Primordial Land, leaving countless living beings displaced, weeping blood and crying in grief amid the conflict.
Across the whole Primordial World, rivers of blood could be seen, with corpses piled into mountains.
Tribulation Aura blanketed heaven and earth, while blood and fire churned through Qiankun.
At times, the Great Dao mourned. Those were the phenomena heralding the fall of a Daluo.
Faced with this situation, countless independent cultivators tightened their Mountain Protection Arrays, protecting only a small core territory and trying their best not to draw the attention of the Three Clans.
At Purple Jade Mountain, where Wu Chu and the others lived, falling corpses could often be seen as well.
Qingqiu Li had already returned to Qingqiu to stand guard.
Witnessing such scenes inevitably left everyone feeling uneasy and frightened.
One day, Purple Jade Mountain received an old acquaintance: Feng Xi, the little phoenix of the Phoenix Clan whom they had not seen for a long time. Little Feng Xi claimed she had come to visit Feng Yi. But Miss Houtu and Little Fox both knew that this phoenix had clearly come to see Wu Chu.
"I'm going to the battlefield!"
The moment she arrived, she gave Wu Chu a hug and then spoke those words.
Wu Chu frowned. Feng Xi's cultivation had improved considerably. She clearly already possessed a trace of Daluo aura and had likely entered the Daluo Realm not long ago.
"What exactly happened? Why did the war suddenly become so intense?"
After the hug, Wu Chu