Three-Nothing Peak.
Amid the vast mountains, two Fifth Grade Evil Sect cultivators were discussing something.
Unexpectedly, they were not discussing whose daughters were fun to play with or how to practice their cultivation techniques.
Instead, they were exploring the meaning of life and how the world existed.
And when it would disappear, along with other philosophical questions of that sort.
At last, the elderly cultivator said earnestly, "Work hard. After today, I'm going home to live a good life."
"Take care, senior!"
The elderly cultivator patted his shoulder.
Whoosh!!
Blood splashed onto the young cultivator's face as a head flew high into the air.
Huh?
The young cultivator froze for a moment.
The smile had stiffened on the face of the elderly cultivator, who had been talking so fluently just moments before.
The next second, the young cultivator's head also fell to the ground.
Boom-!!!
At the same time, Three-Nothing Peak's Mountain-Guarding Grand Formation collapsed with a thunderous crash.
The rocks swept by the raging wind shattered, like a disaster that had struck without warning.
Dust billowed, and the dense woods went wild.
The atmosphere grew incomparably brutal.
"All of you, hurry up and die!!"
It was as though a devil's hand had suddenly seized their hearts, and a sharp spike had pierced their eardrums.
At that instant, everyone's blood seemed to freeze.
Large numbers of disciples charged into Three-Nothing Peak from different directions, and the battle was almost entirely one-sided.
In an instant, blood flowed in rivers throughout Three-Nothing Peak.
Some were gravely wounded, some died horrible deaths, some fled, and some knelt on the ground begging for mercy.
Bodies kept falling to the ground, alive and kicking one second, reduced to heaps of mangled flesh the next.
Over the years, the many Evil Sects on Three-Nothing Peak had