At almost the same moment.
In a place far away from here, whose distance is unknown.
A Domain that's pitch-black and withered, its surface showing various colors, patched up like the ragged clothes of a beggar.
The sky is chaotic.
Mountains stand like dried fingers reaching for the sky, filled with the taste of struggle, pain, and death.
And within these mountains, inside a secluded and closed-off giant hall.
A dwarf cultivator named She Ye is lowering his head, drawing up a jug of water wine from a vat containing floating wailing souls and corpses, suddenly pauses his hand.
He slightly raises his head, as if he sensed something.
Soon, a cold smile appears on his face:
"The people from the Jade Pot Realm are indeed greedy, eating so well yet still eyeing our mere few scraps... But it's not scary if you want them, only scary if you don't."
At the same time.
A similarly short and ugly cultivator flies hurriedly to the hall entrance, speaking in a deep voice:
