Three Thousand Immortal Territories, Human Mortal Realm.
As the only existence in the Vast Immortal Realm that still possessed mortal clans and mortal worlds, it stood out far too conspicuously within the Immortal Realm Heaven and Earth...
Within the Desolate Plains.
A family of seven huddled inside a wooden hut. The spirit beasts passed down through their family lay on the ground, vomiting blood madly, yet their gazes remained sharp as they stubbornly guarded the door, protecting their family.
The enemy was nowhere to be seen.
Yet their keen divine senses could feel the vast Spirit Pressure of heaven and earth. The instant it touched them, they were already suffering worse than death, moving only by their final instincts.
Roar...
"Father, Mother..."
A young child trembled, staring at her father standing at the very front, his face twisted ferociously, and her mother, who held her tightly in her arms without letting go, her expression equally somewhat savage. Her mother—this woman who had always been gentle and virtuous—was now gripping a woodcutter's blade with all her strength.
Her grandfather and grandmother were prostrating themselves, muttering prayers, seemingly beseeching a Human Great Power.
"Ni'er... don't be afraid."
Her mother's face was deathly pale. Her pupils darted rapidly as she looked out the window, as though searching for something. "We humans have immortal cultivators too. As long as we hold on, the immortals will definitely come save us. Don't worry... don't worry."
The girl blinked softly, looking at her mother with clear eyes. Her expression somewhat numb, she nodded.
Suddenly!
A streak of light descended from afar beyond the heavens, like a brilliant meteor, dazzling and resplendent.
The streak was tiny and did not seem to possess any great might. It could even only be regarded as a minute anomaly in the Immortal