Central Region.
Imperial Capital.
From a bird's-eye view of the imperial capital, one could see the inner court shrinking while the outer court expanded.
The sight carried a paradox: a somewhat peace coexisting with growing danger.
Evil energy thickened over the outer court with every passing moment.
Miserable cries echoed through the sky as evil cultivators and vengeful spirits spread in scattered pockets.
No one would believe this was the continent's most prosperous region.
It had become a land drenched in extreme Yin, where light had all but vanished.
Inside the highest building, a circle of old men and women sat with grave expressions.
"How is this possible?" An old man slammed his palm against the round wooden table, leaving a palm print in black ink. From the print, sinister smoke wafted upward.
Yet, for the people in the room, the palm print and the eerie smoke were nothing but minor distractions.
