This was a desolate world.
The sky was a dull gray, devoid of stars, sun, or moon. An aura of profound desolation permeated everything. The Spiritual Energy here was vast, but it was not pure. All sorts of chaotic energies filled the space between heaven and earth, not all of which could be utilized by Cultivators. They were incredibly variegated, and rashly absorbing them into one's body could lead to great disaster.
This was no treasured land for cultivation. In fact, for a Cultivator, it was not a place to linger for long.
Standing on a barren mountainside, Wang Xiu surveyed his surroundings and came to this conclusion.
