At the same time, across the globe, events like plants turning into demons were happening all the time, and many exotic beasts that had long been extinct started to appear.
Many characters that should only exist in myths and legends began to show their traces.
Whether they were martial artists or cultivators, anyone with knowledge sensed that something big seemed to be brewing between heaven and earth.
Northwest.
On the vast grasslands.
Mingma Zhuoma was herding the temple's flock of sheep, grazing them on the plains.
As a shepherdess, her duty was to tend to the sheep for the Great Cheng Temple.
The sky above the grassland was like a vast gemstone, azure and clear.
A breeze swept by, making the grasslands ripple like waves.
Such a scene always brought joy to one's heart.
Mingma Zhuoma couldn't help but start to sing out loud.
