C175 The Practitioners of the Wasteland

Back on solid ground, Ye Jue felt a heaviness in his heart. He sensed life's lament as Hell Matter had spread across every inch of land he had once traversed. Before him lay an immense forest, a sea of black, twisted trees. Amidst them, a multitude of unknown plants flourished, their vibrant flowers blooming in a deceptive display of beauty, concealing lethal toxins