At the intersection of the East and West Realms, after a dispute, the place was left devastated,
with mountains and rivers completely transformed, some with half their peaks sliced off, others with their summits shattered, split in two, or even obliterated completely.
Terrifyingly deep craters mar the desolate land, with the occasional body of a cultivator from either the Yama Hall or the Celestial Dao Sect, their severed limbs a horrific sight.
The aura of death was overwhelmingly intense!
At the original site where the millstone accumulated power, now three layers deep with heavy soldiers, the skies and ground were filled with cultivators.
Ranging from the Initial Realm to Walking the Dao.
A new millstone, several times the size of the previous one, occupied the place.
Hun Bugui stood with hands behind his back, staring silently at the millstone.
He was waiting, waiting for the Dragon Blood Stone.
And waiting for the Celestial Dao Sect.
