At night, Wang Xuan opened his eyes, his spirit returned, and the gnawing hunger within finally ceased. The world was utterly silent, and the night sky above the outskirts was a tapestry of stars. Stepping out of his spacecraft onto the cold ground, his breath misted in the chilly air.0

Wang Xuan gazed upwards, as if trying to peer through the depths of the cosmos, pondering about the group struggling to cross the vast sea. He wondered whether they would manage to successfully navigate their treacherous path. In this era, when cultivation was nearly impossible, a group of people refused to bow to the harsh realities of the mundane world, instead embarking on a path filled with faint hope. He waited long; the three specks of light showed no change and slowly faded away. Intuitively, he felt them sinking deeper into the Life Soil beneath him.0

Compelled by a sudden urge, Wang Xuan ventured into the Life Soil himself, only to find the area shrouded in mist and tainted with a hint of decay. “Must I too decay with this great era?” he mused as his spirit dove deeper. Without the treasures or the speed boost of the Banner of Slaying, his journey took considerably longer.0

“Indeed, changes are afoot,”...0