A great battle changed the landscape for hundreds of miles around.
Tents were erected around the grand formation suppressing seven Innate Gods.
The Human Domain simply stationed their army here, augmenting the formation inside and out with the breath of living beings, completely sealing the escape routes of these seven Divine Spirits.
Inside the absurdly large tent, Wu Wang wore a serious expression. He gazed down at the fiery red charcoal, his right hand wrapped in immortal power, steadily rotating the small iron rack and turning the bear paw on top. He sprinkled some Harmonizing Herbs, added some mountain garlic powder, and a rich aroma of meat wafted through the tent.
