Volcano Grotto Heaven.
A barren land.
Pillars of Obsidian stood tall and imposing, exuding a mysterious aura.
A pure white mask, representing the Guardians, materialized on the surface of a pillar.
The mask's gaze fell upon a mirror-smooth altar before the pillar. The image reflected within the altar was none other than a complete view of the Volcano Grotto Heaven!
And now, the layer of flames encircling the edge of the mirrored surface was showing signs of weakening.
The Guardians conversed with one another, their tones laced with worry.
"The Divine Kingdom's barriers are gradually weakening."
"Suppressing a Dao Source has consumed too much power... The cultivators' exploration of the Divine Kingdom has also affected our authority."
"They cannot remain for long. This is the Li Huo Divine Kingdom, a realm belonging to us gods. In one or two years at most, the Divine Kingdom will once again seal itself off in the void," another Guardian said.
"But..."
