Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
From the distant horizon came several piercing sounds, as figures entered the Western Wasteland.
These people were members of the Xuanyuan Family. Leading them was a middle-aged man clad in a black brocade robe embroidered with dark golden patterns. He was broad and imposing, his face chiseled like a blade, carrying an indistinct air of majesty.
This man was none other than Xuanyuan Longchen, the head of the Xuanyuan Family in Tianyou City!
"This..."
The moment Xuanyuan Longchen and his party entered the Western Wasteland, the sight before them left every one of them stunned.
Before their eyes lay a stretch of utterly devastated ruins. The earth was riddled with holes, as though it had been ravaged by some horrifying force.
The ground was a scene of utter devastation. As far as their eyes could see was an enormous, shocking crater nearly several thousand zhang in diameter. The soil within was scorched black, still carrying a trace of thunder's destructive aura.
Farther away, mountains that had once stood in continuous, towering ranges appeared to have been forcibly leveled and pushed down by an invisible giant force, leaving behind nothing but broken walls and ruins.
"What happened here?"
Xuanyuan Longchen frowned. His abyss-deep eyes fixed tightly upon the blackened, glasslike earth below, his brow furrowed. Suddenly, an exceedingly ominous premonition coiled around his heart like an icy venomous serpent.
His powerful divine sense swept across the vast ruins like an invisible tide in an instant, attempting to catch even the faintest familiar aura.
"Over there!"
A sharp-eyed steward suddenly pointed toward a spot at the edge of the crater, his voice tinged with uncertainty and alarm.
Everyone immediately looked over. Beside a pile of bizarrely shaped rocks melted and fused by intense heat, half of a charred body