Below Heavenly Cloud Mountain, more than ten thousand people were gathered here after fleeing from the cruel war. Most of them were mortals and low-level practitioners.
Everyone chose to come here because they had heard a lot of legends about this sacred mountain. Some believed that as long as they could enter the mountain range, those profound beasts couldn't do anything.
Furthermore, the environment here was extremely good. It was abundant in natural resources, enough to allow mortals like them to survive long-term.
However, even though they had successfully arrived here, their minds could be peaceful as they had no idea when the flame of war would reach here.
Yun Xia looked at the struggling people below, and her mind drifted into the past. She had seen a lot of these scenes, and most of them were even worse than this. Hence, it didn't arouse her sympathy much.
