"I never thought that things would deteriorate faster than I had imagined."
The Ming Daoist pondered for a long time before heaving a light sigh, "Back in the days of the Great Yue Dynasty, the threats from Wanyuan Plain were nowhere near this level; it was just a normal Mythical Battlefield. Over a millennium, Changyue Heaven has been subtly invading the material world, and the area of Wanyuan Plain has expanded accordingly. The creatures that emerge from it have become increasingly terrifying."
The Ming Daoist slowly stood up and walked towards the lakeside.
A thick layer of snow covered the flat ground around, crunching underfoot.
Su Heng followed behind her.
The Ming Daoist waved her hand, plucking a few tender Bodhi Leaves from the nearby Bodhi Tree and then scattered them onto the lake in front.