Earth is clearly not a "Small Thousand World"—it's not merely under the Great Thousand World. However, there is some connection between the two, which allows the "Drought Spirit Disaster" to transfer to Earth's plane.
This is quite magical.
"Maybe," Xiao Jie said, with a hint of expectation that even he couldn't quite explain.
The two stood shoulder to shoulder, watching the magnificent and eerie spectacle in the sky, and the "deathly beauty" of the apocalyptic wasteland outside Embers City in the distance—a landscape of shattered mountains, cracked earth, slowly moving black storms, and twisted plants glowing faintly in the night.
Until, in the distance, that crimson sun rose slowly on the horizon, casting its dim and oppressive light through the Spiritual Energy Shield of Embers City, falling on the two of them, drawing long shadows.
"Let's get ready to set off!" Xiao Jie patted Heavenly Venerate on the shoulder.
He turned and walked towards the interior of the fortress.
