Time flew by. Several months had passed since the decisive battle in the Central Plains.
No wars raged in the Divine Wilderness. The land was placid, so quiet it was deathly still.
The ever-worsening natural and dao-related calamities were like a sword of Damocles hanging over everyone's head.
The heroes and powers across the land all lay dormant.
Like the Eight Immortals crossing the sea, each displayed their unique abilities.
Some focused on arduous cultivation, others on gathering fortune…
All strove to reach the peak to face the coming Great Tribulation.
「Three months after the decisive battle in the Central Plains.」
Hmm?
On this day, Wu Dao, who was multitasking his arduous cultivation in the outer heavens, had a thought. His consciousness shifted to a clone that was traveling the world, currently passing through a region in Donghai Da Feng.
WHOOSH~
It drifted in the bitter wind and miserable rain.
