The sky was cloudless for miles, and below, a vast barren plain stretched endlessly. Cracks crisscrossed the earth, which, upon closer inspection, were canyons.
In a flat expanse of this barren land, a massive plume of dark energy hovered, resembling a rift.
At the base of the dark energy was a circular array platform with a diameter exceeding three zhang. It was engraved with complex and profound runes, and spiritual energy surged, causing them to emit a faint sheen.
In front of the array platform, a group of Ephemera Sect cultivators stood waiting. Their numbers exceeded a thousand, and among them were Jiang Qiong and Su Han.
At the forefront stood an old man in a grey robe, holding a wooden staff. His back was hunched as he gazed expectantly at the black energy in the sky.
"Ephemera Sect main branch…"
Jiang Qiong watched the spatial disturbances within the dark energy, feeling very tense.
