Mu Bufan's eyes went wide. Although he had spent eight or nine tenths of the past two hundred years in bitter cultivation, as a cultivator at the peak of the Core Condensation Realm, even if his experience could not be called vast, he was certainly no frog at the bottom of a well.
At the very least, he had read plenty of ancient records.
But the scene before him was something he had not even heard of.
Those houses and buildings had actually come alive and begun attacking the cultivators around them.
Xuanyuan City was grand and imposing, and its buildings were mainly built tall. Even ordinary structures were seven or eight zhang high, while some that covered a wider area were nearly a hundred zhang.
And all these buildings that had come to life shared one common trait.
Their shapes were strange, and at a glance they looked much like ghosts from the Underworld Realm.
Though they had not revealed any other divine abilities, their strength was boundless. Amid the flying shards of stone, the Demon Race were still faring all right; after all, they were born with thick skin and tough flesh.
But because of their innate gifts, humans had extremely fragile bodies as long as they had not used Dharma Treasures or opened their shields. Core Condensation Realm cultivators went without saying; there was even one unlucky old monster of the Nascent Soul Realm who reacted sluggishly and was stomped into a meat pancake by a building several dozen zhang tall.
In an instant, all of Xuanyuan City fell into chaos.
No one had expected such an outcome. After all, counting from ancient times, the Sky Cloud Trade Fair had been held countless times, yet something like this had never happened before.
Still, shock was shock. Those