An incomparably magnificent city stood upon the lands of the Eastern Wasteland. It was the God City of the Northern Region. Because the Great Accomplished Saint Physique had once guarded it, it was also known as the Holy City. The Holy City had endured alongside the world; its origins could not be traced. It had already existed since the earliest records of the Human Race.
The Holy City had once hung high in the sky, hailed as the God City that would never fall. Unfortunately, it had later fallen to the mortal world during a great battle and become the center of the Eastern Wasteland's cultivation world.
Countless factions, sects, and independent cultivators had gathered here. Regardless of their status, they all shared one dream: to choose raw stones shipped out from ancient mines, cut out Divine Origin and immortal treasures, and become rich overnight.
"Source Heavenly Masters, bless me with a Nine Heavens goddess!"
"Patriarchs, grant me your blessings! May fortune favor me!"
Many cultivators hung portraits of several Source Heavenly Masters and prayed before opening their stones, hoping to borrow a share of grand luck. Their expressions were incomparably devout.
Ye Fan's expression turned strange. At last, he understood where some of that strange Faith Power had come from.
"Sure enough, getting rich is the primary driving force."
Lin Xian sighed. He discovered that these source disciples were incomparably sincere every time they prayed, their faith so pure that it nearly rivaled the believers of Heavenly Court's core star regions.
"Source God and Source Ghost once dwelled here." Ye Fan strolled through the streets and alleys, casually picking up a gnawed piece of mineral. With a grave expression, he said, "Now that I'm a Quasi-Emperor, I can sense many clues."
The Netherworld Emperor's experiments with Source Arts had