Xi Feng felt some resistance; she would rather die than meet the Elder. But it wasn't something she could resist.
At the northeastern corner of the Thirty-Three Heavens Continent floated a palace. It was permeated with the dense aura of Demon Spirits. Anyone who reached this place had to endure a heavy pressure, as if they were draped in a cotton garment soaked in water, making even walking difficult.
The palace stood desolate, with nothing around it. It was said that once, birds chirped and flowers bloomed here, with herds of animals clustering around, and ancient trees of ten thousand years spread their branches and leaves like a canopy, with paths lined with intertwining vines, all teeming with life.
Since the extinction of the three gods, it had become the ruin it was now.
Even after the Elder of the Spirit God Clan moved in, no matter how many precious flowers or grasses they transplanted or how many methods they tried, not a single plant could survive here.
