Western Ox-He Continent.
Western Ox-He Continent, already rough and rugged, had grown even more so.
Vicious ghosts in the mountains seemed to have spread overnight across Western Ox-He Continent, whose people were already fierce by nature.
It was as though chaos had arrived in the blink of an eye.
For some reason, the Buddhist Sect, which regarded most of Western Ox-He Continent as its exclusive preserve, turned a blind eye to this.
Whether most of the Buddhist Sect's forces were too occupied pursuing the Evil Spirit Cult to spare any strength, or whether they simply wanted Western Ox-He Continent to descend into chaos, one could only speculate.
Most Buddhist establishments protected only the territory before their gates. Only a few temples sent people out to care for the common folk, whose cries of suffering filled the land.
But their strength was far too meager, like a guttering candle that might be extinguished at any moment in the dark.
Most people would never be illuminated by that candle's faint light.
Western Ox-He Continent was, after all, a wild and desolate land. The Great Calamity back then had truly shattered this land, and after the Profound Clarity Heavenly Sect carved up and seized its spirit veins, this scar-covered earth had long since become the savage wilderness others spoke of.
The scarcity of spiritual power also meant that cultivators here were few and their cultivation shallow.
With the Buddhist Sect indifferent and cultivators unable to spare attention beyond themselves, the hoes in mortal hands looked all the more laughable in the eyes of demons.
Xu Jin stood in the air, sweeping his divine sense through the surrounding area.
Where Demon Beasts roamed, not even bones remained.
The yellowed mud walls and roof tiles remained, but there were no people.
Beside Xu Jin, a