Three Thousand Immortal Domains, Human Race Mortal Realm.
As the only existence in the vast Immortal Realm that still possessed mortal races and mortal racial worlds, it stood out far too conspicuously amid the Immortal Realm's heavens and earth...
Within the Wasteland.
A family of seven huddled inside a wooden hut. The spirit beasts passed down through their family lay on the ground, vomiting blood wildly, yet their gazes remained sharp as they stubbornly guarded the doorway, protecting their family.
The enemy was nowhere to be seen.
Yet their keen Divine Sense could sense the immense Spiritual Pressure filling heaven and earth. The instant it touched them, they had already suffered a fate worse than death, moving only through their final instincts.
Roar...
"Father, Mother..."
A small child trembled, looking at her father standing at the very front with a horribly twisted expression, then at her mother, who held her tightly in her arms and would not let go, her own expression somewhat twisted as well. This woman, who had always been gentle and virtuous, now gripped a woodcutter's blade tightly in her hand.
Her grandfather and grandmother were crawling on the ground, muttering prayers as though beseeching the great powers of the Human Race.
"Nier... don't be afraid."
Her mother's face was deathly pale. Her pupils darted rapidly as she looked beyond the window, as though searching for something. "Our Human Race has cultivators too. As long as we hold on, a High Immortal will surely come save us. Don't worry... don't worry."
The little girl blinked softly, her clear eyes fixed on her mother. With a somewhat numb expression, she nodded.
Suddenly!
A streak of light descended from the distant heavens, like a dazzling meteor, brilliant and eye-catching.
The streak was tiny and appeared to hold no great