The Land of Extreme West.
A magical ship flew across countless mountain ranges and countries.
At this time, Aaron was passing through Martial Country.
The sky was dim, and suddenly red snowflakes fluttered down.
These snowflakes were as large as a human palm.
Aaron stretched out his hand and caught one flying hand blood, feeling neither cold nor warm but a warm touch.
It was as if... freshly scalding hot blood was slowly flowing down his palm!
Below a city, countless ordinary people were kneeling and praying to the heavens. You could faintly see a few altars, with monks and Taoist priests pretending to be gods and ghosts, casting spells to eliminate disasters...
"Taoyin Inversion, Blood Moon Calamity... the impact is not only limited to Daqian, but the entire world has also undergone fundamental changes..."
Aaron muttered to himself and gained a deeper understanding of the changes in the world.
"This world originally only had spirituality and not spirit... "
