The Southern Frontier Wasteland.
The Jianmu Ruins had existed for millions of years and had once been barren of even a blade of grass. Now, the Earth Vein Spirit Springs connected across more than half the region, and a hazy rootlet spanning heaven and earth was gradually solidifying.
This rootlet would never become a physical reality, yet it possessed an inconceivable power of heaven and earth. Using itself as a bridge, it was merging all the Earth Vein Spirit Springs into one, slowly restoring the heaven and earth spiritual energy throughout the Southern Frontier.
The Drought Demon had not yet vanished completely.
Across the Southern Frontier, a skeletal woman in tattered red robes still wandered aimlessly on bare feet. Flames constantly rose from her three-thousand-zhang-tall body, instantly scorching away the heaven and earth spiritual energy that had only just appeared around her.
She also continuously absorbed the earth vein spiritual energy seeping out of the soil.
Above her, a sinister altar built from white bones floated in the air, trailing millions of eerie white rays that enveloped the skeletal woman.
No one could shatter this altar. No one could harm this skeletal woman.
She was the Drought Demon, the source of the Desolation Calamity that had laid the Southern Frontier to waste.
And this White Bone Altar was none other than the supreme treasure of the Tai Sui Gate. Wielded personally by the Tai Sui Gate High Priest, it had allowed her to hold off five Spirit Transformation cultivators single-handedly!
"That damned Old Witch... she's too powerful!"
In the distant sky, two hundred-zhang-long old tortoises had exhaustion in their eyes. Hai Dafu and Hai Beier stood on Seven-Colored Scallops, their auras likewise somewhat depleted.
Emerald light flickered all over the Green-Clad Man's body. He seemed to be unleashing some powerful