C1552 All Done

Deep within the mist, the Seal of Lands loomed like a fearsome ancient behemoth, lurking in the pitch-black fog, its presence cold and merciless as it dominated the entrance to the Underworld. Eight Nascent Soul Stage martial soul puppets stood immobile at its periphery, ever-ready to suppress any Underworld Cultivators within the Seal's domain.

A short distance away