This was an endless savanna in Africa, sparsely dotted with tall trees. Lions and buffalo coexisted peacefully on the grassland, while hawks soared in the sky. Not a single trace of human presence could be seen.
However, an ancient base lay hidden beneath the ground, buried twenty kilometers deep. At such a depth, even cultivators at the Ascension Realm were unable to see through it with their penetrative abilities.
At this very moment, the Holy Mother of Black Bell was lying in a special room deep within the base. An ancient-looking device, covered with rust but still operational, was scanning her intricately. This in itself was an incredible miracle.
All six enchantresses were present in the room, their faces filled with concern.
"Master, your Nascent Soul and soul have been severely damaged. Your life force is slowly diminishing..." a clear voice emanated from the device.
"Is there a way to heal me?" the Holy Mother of Black Bell asked weakly.
