On the Myriad Races Ancient Road lay a life-bearing Ancient Star named Qinglin.
It had once been lush with vegetation, its spiritual springs gushing forth, nurturing countless living beings as well as several sizable cultivation lineages and clans.
A hundred years ago, three Quasi-Emperor Saint Spirits from the Saint Spirit Ancestral Court descended upon it. They were shaped like green jade and wreathed in Yimu Essence.
Ignoring the Dao traces of the star and its protective formation, they descended directly upon the source of its ancestral vein.
"The spiritual veins here are pure, and the Yimu Essence is abundant. It is precisely suited for our branch's cultivation of the Heaven-Mending Technique."
The leading Saint Spirit spoke coldly, his voice like metal scraping against stone.
They gave the living beings on the star no chance to react or beg for mercy, joining forces to set up a terrifying grand formation.
In an instant, three phantom green roots formed from Dao Law patterns, vast enough to blot out the sky, plunged fiercely into the depths of the earth and connected with the spiritual veins of the Ancient Star...
Rumble!!
Thump... thump...
At once, the entire Ancient Star trembled violently, the earth shaking and mountains quaking.
The once-lush forests withered at a visible rate, while the rushing spiritual springs dried up with alarming speed.
The dense spiritual essence of heaven and earth was forcibly extracted, turning into three thick pillars of green light. They condensed into wisps of innate nourishing substance and flowed into the bodies of the three Saint Spirits.
The apocalypse had arrived, and the star's living beings were overcome with terror.
Some cultivators, deeply attached to the Ancient Star that had raised them, attempted to resist. But they were merely eggs thrown against stone.
The strongest beings on this Ancient