The entire city of Shang Jing was scorched earth, like ruins forgotten by the world. Gales raged here all year round, sweeping up yellow sand that endlessly battered the already hole-riddled city walls. Many stones had fallen from the walls, exposing jagged cracks within. Withered yellow weeds grew from those cracks, shivering in the wind as though singing a final elegy for this dead city.
The city gates had long since vanished, leaving only a massive breach. Through it, the city lay in utter devastation. The streets were piled with shattered rubble, rotten wood, and all manner of debris. The once-prosperous roads had now been buried, their outlines barely discernible. Collapsed houses were everywhere; some had been reduced to nothing but foundations, and in the corners of those foundations, rusted pots, bowls, and utensils could still be seen.
At the sight before him, even Li Yixuan, who had long prepared himself mentally, felt a wave of nausea rise within him and bent over to retch dryly.
Wei Dan merely watched everything before him with an indifferent expression.
Only after a long while did Li Yixuan slowly compose himself and ask in shock, "Mister Wei, what exactly happened here? Just now, we were?"
Wei Dan said flatly, "Just now, we were in the Witch God's memory world. If not for that black orb of light, you would not have been able to leave that world either."
"Stay close to me. We are not the only ones who entered this place. The Witch God has already noticed our presence."
Hearing this, Li Yixuan immediately became alert and carefully followed behind Wei Dan.
Fang Xuan and the others made a circuit around Shang Jing.
They were not moving quickly. Fang Xuan had even deliberately slowed his pace—partly to ensure Pu An Yu could