Yunyang's former grounds, Sunset Peak.
This once lush and verdant, cloud-piercing majestic peak had long since lost its former splendor.
More than half its summit had collapsed, leaving the entire mountain looking as though it had been gnawed by a dog—patches of green and yellow everywhere, hideously ugly.
Anyone could see that this mountain had suffered a terrible calamity.
Even the mist that usually wreathed the peak had completely dispersed.
Its ugliest side was laid bare before everyone's eyes!
Wang Chen, who had quietly slipped into the vicinity of Sunset Peak, looked at the mountain, like a Phoenix stripped of its feathers, and a bleak feeling rose unbidden in his heart.
But Wang Chen had no time to indulge in melancholy. His most important purpose in coming here was to see his home.
Yet Wang Chen discovered that the estate into which he had poured so much care and effort had been completely razed to the ground!
All the Spirit Fields, orchards, and medicinal gardens had been destroyed. The ground was covered in traces of magical bombardment, and every crater was filled with murky mudwater.
If the shattered remains of the buildings had not still been there, Wang Chen would not even have recognized these ruins as his home.
But on second thought, it was only natural.
When the nest was overturned, no egg beneath it could remain intact.
The Yunyang Sect was gone. Other than Taihao Peak, which had ascended to the Upper Realm, how could the other Eight Peaks possibly have escaped unscathed!
Judging by the scene, some Yunyang cultivators had likely clashed fiercely with people from the Guiyuan Sect.
Wang Chen also noticed that the spiritual energy here was not even one-tenth of what it had once been!
The Yunyang Sect's upper ranks had truly been ruthless.