Every Sin Prison Tower in this Cultivation World had been relocated.
Not a single one had been left behind.
With every Sin Prison Tower moved away, Wang Wu felt as if the entire Cultivation World had grown a little lighter. He even worried that this world might one day collapse and shatter...
But that was probably impossible.
It was quiet.
The entire Cultivation World was quiet.
Perhaps many Earth Immortals would remain, but as for Grand Unity cultivators, ninety-nine percent of them should have left to become Heavenly Soldiers and Generals.
Wang Wu returned to Great Desolation City. It had already become a field of ruins. In merely a few years, thick weeds had grown everywhere, and it had become incomparably desolate.
Perhaps in another few thousand, or tens of thousands, of years, this place would become a mysterious land for cultivators to explore.
Even though those ancient bears had stripped and demolished the place remarkably clean, because of the difference in cultivation realms, what was trash to them would be excellent artifact-refining material to cultivators of the future.
For example, the occasional broken immortal talisman left behind might allow some genius to comprehend a cultivation technique from it. Then countless cultivators would fight over it, or someone might use it to establish a vast sect and leave behind innumerable mysterious legends...
Just imagining it was rather interesting.
Wang Wu found a corner and began healing the injuries within his body without even setting up a protective formation.
This time, he healed slowly and unhurriedly. At present, there could not possibly be anyone in the entire Cultivation World stronger than him. Even if he entered meditation and seclusion, no one could casually interrupt or harass him.
Three years later, Wang Wu slowly opened his eyes. Brilliant, cloudlike radiance flowed within