The third day of ten suns across the sky.
Vast stretches of scorched earth had already appeared in the northern Primordial World.
Valleys once rich in spiritual energy had dried and cracked.
Riverbeds lay exposed.
Countless plants had withered.
Some tribes that depended on wetlands began migrating en masse.
At the entrance to the Northern Sea.
More and more fleeing beings arrived.
The Feather-Scale Tribe arrived first.
Nearly all of their several hundred people were injured.
Children with lower cultivation had already been burned unconscious by solar true fire.
When the Feather-Scale Tribe chief rushed with his people to the Fifth Three Lives Post Station.
His steps visibly faltered.
He looked up at the black Boundary Stele.
[End Hostilities Upon Entering the Post Station.] [Those whose evil karma remains uncleared shall receive no protection from the station.]
Then he looked toward the station gates.
The Post Station Guard Cultivator had already come out.
"Here to seek refuge?"
The Feather-Scale Tribe chief hurriedly nodded.
"We come from the Feather-Scale Tribe in the northern Primordial World. Solar true fire destroyed our tribal lands, and we wish to shelter at the station for a while."
The Post Station Guard Cultivator said, "Causality Illumination, then registration."
The Feather-Scale Tribe chief did not hesitate.
"As we should."
The Cause and Effect Mirror soon lit up.
The Feather-Scale Tribe had few members.
Even fewer bore the burden of grave slaughter.
A few dozen breaths later.
Most of their karma had been checked.
The Post Station Guard Cultivator raised a hand.
"Go inside."
The Feather-Scale Tribe chief visibly breathed a sigh of relief.
He turned to look at his people behind him.
"Hurry inside!"
Several hundred beings filed in.
The moment they crossed the Boundary Stele.
Everyone distinctly felt the surrounding temperature plunge.
Cold mist