{Seeking subscriptions, recommendations, and monthly votes!} In the ancient palace deep within the Border Wasteland Ancestral Court.
Venerable Minghe, the Grand Elder of the Ancestral Court, Elder Shi, and another elderly man sat facing each other, their faces tinged with worry.
"The crisis of the human race is inevitable, but recently, the fortune of our Border Wasteland has become increasingly murky. Even when I, as Elder, try to communicate with the fortune of the Border Wasteland through the Wild Cauldron, I still can't dispel the filth enveloping our fortune. Even the rising trend of our tribe's fortune is under the threat of being severed."
Venerable Minghe revealed a trace of fatigue on his face, as if the continuous communication with the Wild Cauldron, a divine artifact that suppresses the Border Wasteland's fortune, greatly depleted his energy.
