The Spiritual Boat sailed through the clouds, steadily heading towards Starlight Island.
The land below was in ruins.
The villages that once emitted curling smoke now only had remnants of walls and ruins.
In the wilderness, white bones were occasionally seen scattered among the withered grass, none to collect them.
Often, within hundreds of miles, there was not a soul in sight.
Only the low moans of the wind sweeping past the ruins, combined with the occasional piercing caws of crows, intertwined to form a haunting picture.
Mo Kexin stood beside Shen Xuan and softly narrated the current state of Starlight Island and the Cultivation Realm of Song Country.
Now, Starlight Island was no longer the remote overseas island it once was.
It has become the sacred land of cultivation in the hearts of Song Country and surrounding loose cultivators.
The population of cultivators on the island has increased dramatically.
Loose cultivators from all directions flocked ceaselessly.
