For a time, the situation in the Wasteland became chaotic.
Human Clan cultivators all sought a Great Opportunity, their gazes turning toward the depths of the Boundary Monument. Though they were eager to act, not one had yet entered.
The Wilderness tribe was also in turmoil, especially after the Fire Tribe had been annihilated; the major powers became extremely cautious.
Time passed, and in the blink of an eye, half a month went by.
Suddenly, a loud bang erupted from deep within the region, rumbling like thunder beneath the sky, an echo that lingered long.
Everyone was stirred.
Looking from afar, that area was submerged in crimson, as if a river of blood had fallen from the Nine Heavens—a shocking sight.
Some activated their Hetero Pupil, only to witness a terrifying scene: a coffin plummeted down, its powerful aura crushing the sky and the earth.
Countless mountains collapsed, the ground cracked, and fissures spread in all directions.
