Li Xizhi had just emerged from the Great Formation, his eyes gleaming with a condensed rosy light, and the world before him had become completely different.
Where Baixiang Valley had previously enjoyed mild winter sun and hills adorned with maple trees under the weight of snow resembling white clouds, the world was now awash in ash and darkness, with an ominous haze stretching as far as the eye could see.
In the sky, dark clouds tumbled and churned while the white snow turned gloomy. Dense shadows were cast among the mountain forests, the surrounding Dharma Light was now negligible, and only streaks of Demon Light leapt into the air, bearing black trails of flame aloft.
The Baixiang Valley at his feet had been leveled to the ground. Amid the chaotic rubble of tiles, a few solitary skeletons stood erect, their skulls removed by someone to be made into Magic Artifacts. A drab yellow dust floated over the ground where stark white bones lay, stripped of some of their blood.
