Mountains had collapsed, rivers had long since changed course, and ruins and crumbling walls stretched across the land as far as the eye could see. Rising from the wasteland, a lone stone pillar pierced the sky, its intricate carvings serving as the last reminder of the glory this land had once known.

Three figures rode across the sky atop black horses, all dressed in the robes of the same sect. Though they were only Initiates, the fierce auras radiating from their mounts made it clear that they were not to be taken lightly. They had long since grown used to the desolation below, so none of them spared the ruins a second glance as they continued toward their destination.

Before long, a towering mountain came into view. Buildings of varying heights were scattered across its peaks and valleys, and dense natural spirit energy shrouded the entire mountain.

The leader narrowed his eyes and let out a cold snort. "A sect relocated from some backwater actually gets a spirit vein this good in the Five Elements Domain? I really don't know what the people above are thinking."

One of them immediately echoed his dissatisfaction, but...