"Did Brother Zhao really come to Northern Jambudvipa?"
Bixiao asked, her brows knitting slightly as she surveyed Northern Jambudvipa's harsh cultivation environment.
Northern Jambudvipa was, plainly speaking, the place where the Black Tortoise, who had once stood tall enough to hold up heaven, had been slain. Though the Black Tortoise had volunteered, his death had left his four limbs to be refined into towering pillars. They had briefly supported the sky, buying Nuwa precious time to refine the five-colored stones.
The Black Tortoise's primordial spirit had reincarnated and been endowed with merit. Later, Cult Master Tongtian would receive him as a direct disciple. A bright future awaited him.
But the Black Tortoise's enormous corpse had rotted in Northern Jambudvipa, turning into towering clouds of baleful energy, corpse energy, violent energy, poison, miasma, and even a little resentment.
Nuwa had painstakingly refined the five-colored stones over thousands of years. By the time she turned her attention back, it was already too late. All of Northern Jambudvipa had been polluted.
The Black Tortoise himself had known nothing of cultivation, but his body had been innately powerful, and its contamination was severe.
Still, all of this counted as heaven's will, and the Heavenly Dao had no intention of blaming Nuwa.
Instead, Nuwa had received vast amounts of merit and directly become a Primordial Chaos Saint.
As for Northern Jambudvipa, from that point onward, it had become a paradise for venomous insects, snakes, mosquitoes, savage beasts, and fierce birds.
After the War of the Shamans and Demons, the defeated Witch Tribe had suffered a backlash from heaven and earth. Large numbers of both the Demon Tribe and the Witch Tribe had been banished to Northern Jambudvipa.
Fortunately, Lady Houtu, one of the Twelve Ancestral Witches, had been exceptionally wise, gentle, and kind. She had