Brahma Net Mountain, a land of scorched earth above.
A white flying boat slowly emerged from the void. On the deck stood three cultivators clad in white, each exuding an extraordinary aura, with swords and horsetail whisks on their backs.
"Is this Brahma Net Mountain?"
The leading young man whispered.
"It should be here, no mistake." Another woman nodded in confirmation.
"Could it have been a volcanic eruption? Such devastation doesn't look like it was caused by human hands, right?" The third person was a somewhat younger boy with a hint of arrogance in his eyes, clearly belonging to the category of young prodigies.
"We should still go down and investigate carefully, record the images for our teachers." The composure of the leading young man seemed somewhat unsettled. The horrifying scope of scorched earth, spanning dozens of miles—if a single person caused this, then the threat of that person... he couldn't bear to imagine it.
