Once more, dusk had fallen in the realm of Qingming. At this moment, the human cultivators had only managed to sweep a small portion of the battlefield. They were currently going to and fro the battlefield and dragging the Shamans’ corpses to the designated locations. In the western regions, it was common knowledge that their corpses made good fertilizer for the realm.0

Wei Yuan felt that the western regions were very strange. Shamans used humans to perform Sacrifice to Heaven rituals, whereas humans used Shamans to nourish the land. Both sides were the predator and prey. It was an indescribable cycle.0

Inside the stone house, Xu Wenwu was writing furiously; the fingers of his right hand had already gone numb. He couldn’t remember exactly how long he’d been writing, but he’d been at it the whole time.0

At first, he wrote what technically counted as what he saw and heard, but were really highlights of his life. For example, he mentioned the time he scored 99 points out of 100 during second grade. He also mentioned how he...0