Dawn Island was now a world apart from what it had been before Yang Jing's Nascent Soul Formation.
Several massive gaps had been torn into the central mountain range that traversed Dawn Island. Some peaks had vanished entirely, reduced to nothing but rubble. The remaining mountains were scarred and devastated. The forests that once covered the ridges had been almost completely incinerated, leaving only scorched, black rock.
The original coastline and flatlands were now pockmarked with the traces of various Magic and Divine Techniques.
The Celestial Demons' blood had polluted the mountains and rivers. The once-pure Spiritual Springs had turned into demonic ones, and the rivers themselves had been severed, leaving behind nothing but pools of contaminated water.
Seeing this, Wood Palace True Monarch could already imagine the intensity of the battle. 'If I had been caught up in that,' he thought, 'I probably wouldn't have survived more than a few moments.'
