The Shackles of the Immortal Path

The desolate wasteland lay beneath a gray sky, with howling winds and swirling yellow sand. This was the most barren place in the Lower Realm. There were no lush spirit herbs, no abundant spiritual energy, only endless wilderness and ferocious beasts lurking in the darkness. Its former prosperity had long since turned to dust. All that remained in the wasteland were the ruins of crumbling ancient cities and a few cultivators barely clinging to life.

Beneath this silent sky, a streak of light tore across the heavens like a blinding bolt of lightning, falling from beyond the skies. It blazed like a meteor, crashing straight into the heart of the wasteland.