"Look, that's the ruins of Azure Cloud Palace!"
Having just climbed to the mountaintop, Zhong Lei followed the direction his companion was pointing and saw a vast stretch of ruins piled atop a steep peak not far away.
Zhong Lei had excellent eyesight and could see the ruins overgrown with wild grass, desolate and forlorn.
What kind of immense power could have reduced such a vast Daoist palace to rubble?
Three years ago, when Zhong Lei had first settled outside Chang'an City, he had viewed the Daoist palace atop Azure Cloud Peak from afar.
Back then, Azure Cloud Palace had left him with the impression of an immortal palace where gods resided—something that could only be admired from afar, never approached.
Now, even if he crawled up the ridge and took a piss on it, no one would care.
The ways of the world were ever-changing indeed!
"Wow!"
A young man who had recently joined the hunting party could not help exclaiming, "That was a Daoist palace too? How did it end up like this?"
He was a recent immigrant to Chang'an and knew little about many things.
"They say the cultivators of Azure Cloud Palace harbored evil designs back then and lured flying dragons into attacking Chang'an City, causing tremendous casualties."
An old hunter explained, "Immortal Master Wang, the Supreme Grandmaster, flew into a rage and personally ascended Azure Cloud Peak. With a single palm strike, he flattened Azure Cloud Palace. Not one cultivator inside escaped."
"Flattened it with one palm strike?"
The new hunter stared wide-eyed. "The Supreme Grandmaster is th-that powerful?"
"Hahaha!"
The old hunter laughed heartily. "The Supreme Grandmaster is invincible under heaven. With him presiding over Taiji Palace, the million common folk of Chang'an can live and work in peace."
Zhong Lei could not help