Red Heaven's Borderland remains, deathly still.
The ancient city has turned to ruins, where a gigantic abyss lies, boundless darkness. Dozens of figures stand silently, as cold and imposing as devil God statues, waiting in silence.
The people of the nine heavens and ten lands have long left, not a single soul guards this place.
Screech!
The Refining Immortal Pot glows, tearing through the heaven and earth, returning from the primal chaos!
"What's the news?!" The previously silent dozens of figures all looked up, gazing at the approaching Refining Immortal Pot, unable to remain calm, filled with excitement.
Whoosh!
The fierce winds howled as the Immortal King's Corpse-Wrapping Cloth unfurled, stirring astral winds, sweeping across from afar without approaching this place.
