Looking out, they saw that the once-prosperous towns and cities across the land below had long since been reduced to ruins.
Perhaps, hundreds of years from now, a cultivator might come to this place and try to piece together the story of the great war from the crumbling ruins and scattered fragments of text.
Along the way, the group saw many cultivators impaled on flagpoles. The looks of indignation and despair on their faces before they died stung the heart of every cultivator present, including Lei Boyu.
On this scorched earth, there were also scattered cultivators who had evaded the Summoning Order, now picking through the ruins for treasure.
Indeed.
They would even come to blows, fighting over the pills on the corpses.
But as a faint breeze drifted past, the bodies of these cultivators, who had been fighting to the death, were suddenly sliced into several pieces.
Chen Che took the lead.
