Inside the Immortal Mansion, a viscous, unceasing stream of Black Land fell from mid-air, merging into the Immortal Mansion and being absorbed by the earth.
Streams of pure primordial qi sprouted from the central area where the Black Land fell, then continuously spread to the surrounding regions.
As the primordial qi sprouted, the Primordial Qi Sun high in the sky of the Immortal Mansion emitted an even more fervent radiance.
Outside the Immortal Mansion, within the Land of Black Soil, a Cultivator in a cyan robe was sitting cross-legged. Beside him, a two-foot-long spatial rift had been completely peeled open. The surrounding Black Land slowly surged toward it, but it all vanished about ten feet away from the man.
After a long while, Fang Qingyuan slowly opened his eyes. A trace of weariness flickered across his face. Continuously absorbing the Black Land for so long had consumed a great deal of his Divine Sense.
