It was precisely such a precious cultivation land, yet in that great battle, it had been almost completely destroyed.
Especially during the siege of the Luo Clan's main altar, the seven sects and their affiliated forces had mobilized as many as tens of thousands of cultivators in all, and every one of them had been an expert at the Core Condensation Realm or above. Nascent Soul Realm cultivators alone numbered nearly a thousand, and there were also seven Lihe Realm old monsters. It could truly be said that all their elites had been brought out.
At that time, the Luo Clan had already been a candle guttering in the wind, yet Nascent Soul-level existences still numbered more than three hundred, along with two Lihe Realm ancestors. Their main altar was layered with restrictions, and the Sect Protection Array possessed world-shaking divine abilities.
The final decisive battle had been utterly tragic. Sky Continent had been forcibly destroyed by nearly half, and in the remaining portions, the vitality of heaven and earth had also become extremely thin, no longer suitable for all kinds of spiritual herbs to grow.
In other words, this coveted holy land of cultivation had already become much like Yanzhou. Mortals could still dwell and live there, but cultivators had instead abandoned the place.
Lin Xuan closed his eyes, thoughts turning in his mind as he digested the information he had obtained one by one. Yet a trace of doubt still remained on his face.
Just what had that scholar come to the Sky Cloud Trade Fair to do?
Soul-searching had yielded some clues. After so many years of recovering vitality, although the Luo Clan was far from comparable to its heyday, it still could not be underestimated.
There were already several dozen Nascent Soul Cultivators within the