On the ruins of Changwen Prefecture City, more and more people gathered over time. Cultivators from several major local sects came together, setting up a simple camp in the city's center to direct the conscripted laborers summoned from various regions to clear away the debris.
Standing on the dilapidated wall of the South City, Feng Miao gazed at the boundless, clear sky before looking down at the devastated city. Everything felt surreal, like a dream. She clearly remembered seeing the world shrouded in darkness, just like the legendary invasions of the Demon Dao.
Back then, the earth was corroded, the sky was polluted, and a toxic miasma filled the air. Countless twisted creatures roamed about, devouring every living thing they saw or transforming them into monsters covered in pustules.
