"True powerhouses really could overturn heaven and earth with a flip of their hands..." Qin Yang sat upright on the Cloud Bed, sighing endlessly. Below lay an unbroken desert, devoid of even the slightest trace of life. Even the clouds high in the sky seemed to circle around this desert...
Just a few days ago, this place had still been rolling mountains and carpets of green, teeming with countless birds and beasts. The mortals living within this several-hundred-li stretch of desert had numbered no fewer than several million.
Yet in merely a few days, every city had been carried away by the Demon Stone Saint Sect's Mountain-Carrying Divine General. Even the slightly better mountains had been bundled up and taken away. Before the devastation left behind could even fully reveal itself, the aftershocks unleashed by those two powerhouses had reduced it all to a dead and silent desert.
Once he flew out of the desert, greenery gradually came into view, yet Qin Yang secretly clicked his tongue. The Demon Stone Saint Sect was simply insane. Leaving the desert aside, he had now flown several hundred li beyond it, yet he still had not seen a single decent mountain peak. Not one mountain over five hundred zhang tall remained...
From high above, he could see only the pits left behind after the mountains had been removed. Spiritual energy had dried up, living creatures had nearly vanished, and what had once been a prosperous land was now covered in wounds and scars, ugly blotches everywhere.
"Hm? What's this?"
Qin Yang froze slightly. Not far ahead, there was actually a small stretch of mountains. Their peaks were not particularly high; a few days ago, they would at most have counted as handsome young men among the mountains, neither precipitous and craggy nor towering