The Southern Wasteland.
Back in primordial antiquity, millions of years ago, this had not been an arid expanse stretching ten million li, but a fertile land lush with vegetation.
For some unknown reason, the World Tree's rootlets, which had once connected heaven and earth, had suddenly vanished into thin air, leaving an enormous chasm three million li long. The cultivators of primordial antiquity had called it the Jianmu Rift Valley, or the Jianmu Ruins.
From that moment onward, the soil of the Southern Wasteland had gradually lost its spiritual energy. More than ninety percent of its vegetation and spirit plants had slowly withered, leaving only those with powerful vitality or unusual properties barely able to survive.
At that moment.
Within the seemingly endless Jianmu Ruins, three black-robed figures were flying through the air.
Though they were flying, they were actually beneath ground level, at least several hundred li deep within the rift, yet still nowhere near its bottom.
As they descended, a faint green glow gradually filled the air. The temperature around them rose as well, and a dry, fiery heat began to emerge, creating a peculiar intermingling of red and green.
"The High Priest seems to be worrying far too much."
One of the black-robed figures frowned slightly as he descended. "Blood Sea, Evil Light, the Drought Demon, and Eternal Night-the four great calamities unleashed by the Holy Lord. As long as even one succeeds, all heaven and earth spiritual energy will dissipate completely and be absorbed by the Holy Lord."
"Only Blood Sea and Evil Light have dissipated so far. The Drought Demon is undying and indestructible, while Eternal Night draws its power from the chill of the Cold Abyss. Only the Mystic Ice Soul can seal it."
"Even if the Twelve Ancient Sects intervene, they can forget