The sky hung heavy and yellow.
The Divine Energy in this space was unbelievably dense, almost rivaling Earth-rank territories.
But hidden within this Divine Energy lurked a breath that was deadly to every cultivator.
That's why this whole world was stained that oppressive yellow.
If you just absorbed a little of it, it wouldn't be much of a problem—but with time, the toxicity built up, lethal and indiscriminate.
And so, folks from the Immortal Realm never personally stepped into the Divine Vein to collect Divine Ore Essence; instead, they shipped in slaves from every realm to soak up the deadly air and mine for them, trapped in this hellish place.
Not even a chance to rest.
Lu Chang'sheng looked down at the throng below, their dark mass stretching for miles—each pair of eyes empty, hollow, like puppets on strings, repeating the same motion over and over as they harvested Divine Ore Essence.
