On a certain peak in the heart of the Moonlight Forest, the landscape was once one of lush mountains and clear streams, home to roaming Spirit Beasts and birds that flitted through the trees. The Spiritual Qi was as thick and ethereal as morning mist—an exceptionally beautiful and treasured land for Spirit Cultivators.
But now, it had been reduced to a stretch of scorched earth. The mountain was bare, littered with the mangled corpses of Spirit beasts and the broken feathers of birds. The Spiritual Qi was depleted, and black smoke billowed through the air like Demonic Qi.
For miles around, no Spirit Beast on the ground dared to approach, and no bird in the sky dared to fly over. It was as if this place had become a terrifying Forbidden Land.
In fact, any spirit beast or bird living nearby knew that, every so often, a torrent of lightning would crash down upon that very spot.
