After obtaining the [Void Tower], Song Qingxing immediately carried the [Chengyuan Sword] down the mountain.
His first journey afar had been to the Lu Kingdom Cultivation World under Wujie's guidance to cultivate the Dao of Slaughter. During that time, he concealed his identity, cast everything aside, and became a bounty hunter.
Though he spent every day licking blood from the edge of a blade, that had instead been his most relaxing time. That land was full of desperadoes; so long as one did not touch the interests of the Five Poisons Sect and Rakshasa Hall, it was a lawless land where no rules needed to be followed.
It was precisely because the Song Clan had too many rules that he had chosen to descend the mountain for a training journey. To him, the Lu Kingdom Cultivation World had been paradise.
Though nearly two hundred years had passed, it was still a time worth savoring.
Now that he had set foot on this land again, however, he felt no familiarity at all. Everything before his eyes was utterly ruined and devastated.
The Lu Kingdom Cultivation World had indeed been chaotic in the past, but it had never lacked vitality. How could it compare to this present deathly stillness, with Cultivators fleeing in panic everywhere? He could even see many mortals fleeing blindly with their entire families in tow.
In this world, without the protection of Cultivators, they had almost no chance of surviving.
In troubled times, the brilliance and evil of human nature always stood out in equal measure. Tens of thousands of Cultivators at the front lines charged forward one after another to hold back the Beast Tide, while those in the rear spared no cost in relocating mortals.
Yet quite a few chose this moment to destroy homes and