Three thousand li northwest of the Wuji Holy Sect lay a stretch of deathly silent, desolate land.
As far as the eye could see, there was nothing but jagged, grotesque rocks and withered plants.
Bare, withered mountains sprawled across the land like the skeletons of colossal beasts.
One mountain was particularly conspicuous. Its slopes were covered in ancient, broken walls and dilapidated ramparts. Weathered stone pillars lay toppled, and one could vaguely make out that this had once been the ruins of a sizable Sect.
But now, it had long since been picked clean by the passage of time and the countless cultivators who came to scavenge for treasure.
Even the very earth had been scraped away, layer by layer, leaving behind nothing but absolute desolation and decay.
Suddenly, a dark red Escape Light appeared on the distant horizon, streaking across the landscape close to the ground at an astonishing speed and kicking up a low sonic boom.
