As Lu Mingyuan traveled, he discovered that the surrounding mountain ranges had transformed into a barren desert. In the span of a mere fifteen minutes, he had passed through forests and rivers, peaks and cliffs, and a highland rainforest; now, it had all become a desolate wasteland.
The landscape was bizarre, as if it had been pieced together, completely defying the laws of nature.
At that moment, the sky was dim and the sand was parched. Black smoke drifted everywhere from the fires of war.
The sounds of battle had ceased, leaving an eerie silence in their wake.
The closer Lu Mingyuan got to the center of the Grotto Heaven, the more corpses of familiar Cultivators he began to see.
For instance, there was the tall, sturdy Second Prince of the Great Wu Dynasty, who had fallen to the Pig Demon.
He had ultimately died here, falling on this land along with numerous Da Wu Armor Soldiers.
