Panshi Fragment Land.
In the silent and quiet forest, Pang Jian constructed the Ghost Altar outside his wooden hut, informing Dong Tianze of his location.
Through both of them, he also learned that the Sect Masters of Red Mountain and Yin Spirit Temple had successively perished.
The brutal race war of the Third Realm was raging like a wildfire.
The four strongest Demon Kings were slaughtering across the Saint Spirit Continent, seeking advancement to the position of a Demon God.
Purgatory was in utter chaos.
Pang Jian, his mind lost in confusion, sat next to the Ghost Altar, with the Universe Box placed to his left.
He didn't know where to go from here.
His mentor, Pu Zhaotian, was still in seclusion, attempting to break through to True God, and there was no one to tell him what he should do in this chaotic and bloody world.
"Whoosh! Whoosh whoosh!"
The increasingly dense nature's spiritual energy naturally converged towards him, flowing into his dantian.
