In just a few short years, almost half of the East Immortal Sea had fallen, with many Immortal Sects and cultivation paths devoured by the sudden and ferocious eruption of the Cataclysmic Fog.
Facing the widespread and intractable disaster of the Cataclysmic Fog, even Deity Transformation Dao Lords were utterly powerless and could only do their best to avoid it.
Chen Dengming floated in the air above the East Immortal Sea, his gaze heavy as he looked towards the slowly encroaching Cataclysmic Fog, feeling the immense Resentment Qi and Tribulation Force brewing within.
"Daoist friend Chen, if you had returned any later, we would have had to go down to the Ghost Shade to invite you out. The East Immortal Sea has already suffered significant loss of resources and many cultivators have died due to this Cataclysmic Fog!"
Beside him, Venerable Mingguang's face bore a look of worry, leaning on his cane as he spoke.
