C352 Profound Spirit Realm

Bluecliff was dead.

In this barren forest where life could be threatened at any time, filled with killing and dead silence, the most peaceful half a month in history had arrived.

In the span of half a month, as Misty Shadow Mountain had long since ceased to exist, the remnants of the Nether Race had reopened the miasma formation within a radius of ten thousand meters.

This time