Ancient God Dao Zangtian Pavilion.
For hundreds of thousands of years, it had been tranquil, but now, waves have come.
Meteor-like meteors descended from the sky, scattering in all directions, quickly triggering numerous restrictions within the Zangtian Pavilion. Corpses of refined puppets crawled up from the earth, lunging at any creature daring to step into the forbidden zone of the Ancient Divine Path.
In the southeastern direction, ten Daoist disciples of the Nine Spirits Realm descended amidst a field of wildgrass and burial mounds.
Jiang Ding glanced around.
The surrounding mountains and lands were split, rivers and lakes dried up, and skeletons covered the ground. Among them were spider-shaped, ant-shaped, crane-shaped, ox-shaped, and human-shaped remains, with various biological remnants piled like mountains, bearing marks of teeth and bites, as if they had endured a brutal struggle.
"This place, perhaps, was once a Spirit Beast Garden..."
Jiang Ding murmured.
