The Third-Layer World corresponding to the Far Western Land:
Ruo Jinghong, Mei Niang, and the others shook their [All-Heavens Banners], sweeping up one evil creature after another.
The many Dao Seal Cultivators either formed hand seals to conjure phantom Magic Treasures and slaughter in all directions, or chanted the [People-Crossing Scripture], vainly hoping to establish a temporary safe zone on the pitch-black land.
Some Dao Seal Cultivators had just arrived. They opened their Hundred-Treasure Pouches and took out house-shaped magical artifacts engraved with Daoist Scriptures.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
Streams of Dharma Power entered them. The artifact houses swelled in the wind, and the Daoist Scriptures on them shone, resisting the darkness.
Other cultivators frantically poured Dharma Power into the artifact houses.
Yet these houses lasted only a dozen or so breaths before the darkness contaminated them, reducing them to worthless debris.
"This doesn't work either!"
One cultivator threw away his other scripture-engraved magical artifacts, then rose into the air and landed beside the temporary little sun. "Everyone, I feel the little sun is still more reliable."
"As long as this little sun keeps growing stronger, it can definitely establish a safe zone here."
As he spoke, he opened his mouth and spat streams of True Solar Fire onto the little sun.
The little sun blazed brilliantly, illuminating every direction.
But more black clouds swept in from afar, pressing against the little sun's radiance.
In the end, the little sun's light could not even reach the ground.
Everyone could only keep lowering the little sun.
Finally, the little sun stopped three meters above the ground.
"This is too hard!"
One cultivator sighed. "In theory, we could have thrown our weight around in this Third Layer after reaching Foundation Establishment."
"But we've all reached Purple Mansion, and we're still being beaten down