Back on Earth, I am the only cultivator.

Snow and wind swept across the sky.

Wu Fan's figure swept across the icy plain like a phantom, leaving a faint ripple in the void with each step he took.

As he drew nearer, the majestic palace complex deep within the snowstorm finally revealed its true and grand outline.

It was a massive complex of buildings beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Hundreds of palaces, entirely crafted from bronze and white jade, are built against the mountain, layer upon layer, resembling an ancient behemoth nestled in the heart of the Kunlun Mountains.

The eaves of the main hall soar into the sky, and the thick white jade pillars require several people to encircle them. The dragons and phoenixes carved on the pillars are lifelike, and even though they have been frozen for tens of thousands of years, they still exude a majestic aura that commands respect.

However, there was not a trace of life in this magnificent palace complex.

Wu Fan stopped and stood at the edge of a white jade plaza that was a thousand feet wide.

His divine sense spread out like a tide, enveloping the entire palace complex.

"It's all empty..."

Wu Fan frowned slightly and muttered to himself with some disappointment.

In his divine perception, those majestic side halls, pavilions, and training rooms were all nothingness.

There was no fluctuation, it was completely covered by ice and snow.

"wrong."

Wu Fan's gaze sharpened, locking onto the majestic hall at the very center of the palace complex.

It was a main hall with a dark gold color throughout, the doors were tightly closed, and a faint, semi-transparent light curtain surrounded the hall.

On the light screen, mysterious Tai Chi runes flowed and circulated, emitting faint energy fluctuations.

"The main hall of the Xuantian Sect."

Wu Fan strode forward.

He approached the light screen, extended his right hand, and a faint trace of Geng metal energy flickered at his fingertips.

"Buzz!"

Sensing the approach of an outsider, the light screen erupted with dazzling light, and the Tai Chi runes suddenly accelerated their circulation, transforming into countless tiny energy blades that swept towards Wu Fan.

"break."

Wu Fan gently pointed his finger forward.

"Snap!"

The seemingly powerful barrier of light shattered like fragile glass before Wu Fan, turning into countless golden fragments that dissipated into the wind and snow.

Wu Fan stepped into the main hall, and upon seeing the scene before him, his pupils couldn't help but shrink slightly.

"this……"

Inside the main hall, corpses lay strewn about.

On the spacious white jade ground, hundreds of skeletons lay scattered about.

Some of these skeletons had pale gold bones, while others were as clear as jade, indicating that they were all cultivators with considerable skill in their previous lives.

In the deepest part of the main hall, in a corner near the cold stone wall, a skeleton dressed in a tattered Taoist robe was half-lying against the wall.

The right index finger of this skeleton was pressed firmly against the wall, the two fingers in the posture of holding a pen, as if, in the last moments of life, it had used all its strength to write something on the wall.

Wu Fan slowly looked up, following the direction of its finger bones.

Above the wall, several grotesque characters covered in ten thousand years of dried black blood stung his eyes.

"Why did you abandon us? Why! Why!"

In that instant, a profound despair seemed to transcend the barrier of ten thousand years, rushing straight into Wu Fan's mind!

Wu Fan felt a sudden jolt.

He had cultivated immortality for 100,000 years and had seen countless deaths, yet he could still feel a deep-seated sorrow in those few words.

He slowly withdrew his gaze, his divine sense sweeping across the white marble walls surrounding the main hall like flowing water.

The walls are carved with a series of grand and continuous murals.

As Wu Fan examined them, the murals seemed to come alive, unfolding in his mind a magnificent historical epic that ended in despair...

The first mural depicts the original Earth.

At that time, the earth's surface was filled with a spiritual energy so dense it was almost like mist.

Rivers formed from pure spiritual liquid surged across the land, the towering Jianmu tree pierced the clouds, and countless celestial birds and beasts flew about.

Tens of thousands of immortals, each with a divine halo around their head, travel between heaven and earth on flying swords or auspicious clouds.

Back then, Earth was a veritable "Mother Planet of Ten Thousand Immortals" in the universe, nurturing countless super-powerful beings capable of making the galaxy tremble!

However, as the scene continues, the golden age begins to come to an end.

Due to the excessive exploitation and absorption by cultivators, the Earth's spiritual energy source began to rapidly deplete.

The sky cracked open like a black spiderweb, the earth dried up, the Lingjiang River dried up, and even the sacred Jianmu tree withered and rotted in the heavenly thunder.

As the end times approached, countless powerful beings at the pinnacle of power on Earth united and mobilized all the last available resources on the planet to launch the "Ark Project."

The scene changes.

In the sky, rows of bronze warships, each tens of thousands of feet long and blotting out the sun, slowly lined up in the empty void of the universe.

Those chosen disciples of major sects and core members of immortal sects boarded these vast warships, their expressions proud as they sailed into the depths of the starry sky to find new pure lands for cultivation.

Beneath the warships, countless mortals and abandoned low-level cultivators and rogue immortals knelt helplessly on the ground, crying out in despair, begging those former "gods" to take them with them.

Ultimately, however, the bronze warship did not stay and disappeared completely into the depths of space.

The remaining wandering immortals, in their struggle for the last bit of cultivation resources in this degenerate age, have completely lost their humanity.

In this almost hellish era, a powerful cultivator named Dao Yi founded the Xuan Tian Sect at the ancestral home of the Kunlun Dragon Vein.

He led the remaining rogue immortals to take in those dying cultivators, and forcibly moved all the remaining spiritual veins, medicinal herbs, and elixirs from the mortal world to the sect, sealing off the mountain gate.

They hoped to use the last of their sect's resources to survive the long, harsh winter of the Dharma-ending Age in a closed space.

However, he underestimated the greed inherent in human nature.

As time went by, the sect's resources dwindled.

The cultivators, who were originally inseparable and lived in harmony, gradually turned into people who were suspicious and wary of each other.

They even began to secretly attack their fellow disciples, just to steal their spirit stones and prolong their own lives.

Dao Yi watched as the sect he had once founded was reduced to a bloodbath, and his heart turned to ashes.

He could not tolerate his lineage degenerating to this extent, so he made a decision.

He personally took action, executing one by one his disciples who had committed heinous crimes.

But one day, the remaining hundreds of disciples discovered Dao Yi's actions, joined forces and stormed into the main hall, attempting to kill their former patriarch.

It was a fierce and brutal battle.

Severely wounded and heartbroken, Dao Yi slaughtered all the rebellious disciples in the main hall. He himself was also seriously injured and his days were numbered.

In despair and resentment, he used his blood to paint all the murals in the main hall, and then forged the "Mysterious Heaven Yin Yang Pendant" and threw it out of the sect. He set up a restriction to seal off the main hall, leaving behind this question.

"Why did you abandon us...?"