On the other side of the rift lay a massive valley, beneath which the earth was torn asunder, revealing a long and colossal fissure.
Above the valley, lush and verdant, filled with a barbaric atmosphere, Different Races of various shapes and sizes gathered there.
The place had actually become rather famous, as over the years a steady stream of Creatures had been drawn to it.
But to be honest, the number of Different Races that died at the hands of the Old Celestial Master over the years paled in comparison to the fraction that perished in skirmishes amongst themselves.
It wasn't as simple as taking one step across the rift to reach the other side, for the Old Celestial Master stood guard over there, and no matter how much He extended His Power, by the time it reached this side, it was greatly diminished.
At first, only a few demons that lived nearby would appear.
