Great Desolation Region, Jingzhou.
Accompanied by the fall of the Ancient Hua Immortal Dynasty's imperial banner, this province officially became territory contested by the righteous and demonic paths of the Great Desolation Region.
The entire great province no longer retained its former prosperity. Every city where people gathered had been battered into scorched earth, where not even an inch of grass could grow!
And with Jingzhou falling under the control of the righteous and demonic paths, the curtain call of the Ancient Hua Immortal Dynasty had become a foregone conclusion.
At this point, that cultivation dynasty which had once dominated nearly half the Great Desolation Region could only hold fast to its final province—the location of the Ancient Hua Immortal Dynasty's imperial capital.
Buffeted by wind and rain—those four words were no longer enough to describe the Ancient Hua Immortal Dynasty's current state. Only "at the end of the road" truly fit.
"Only Xuanzhou remains now. Once Xuanzhou is taken as well, the Ancient Hua Immortal Dynasty will become nothing more than smoke in the river of history."
"After years of warfare, there is finally hope that it may come to an end."
An old man in a white Daoist robe rode upon an ox. Clear qi overflowed around him, and wherever the ox's hooves passed, tender shoots emerged anew from the scorched earth, instantly creating a scene brimming with life.
"That old ghost Wang Chengdao will not be easy to deal with. Within the imperial capital, backed by the dragon vein's terrain, even if the two of us attacked together, we might not gain much of an advantage."
As this calm voice rang out, the heavens instantly darkened, as though cast beneath a layer of gloomy clouds.
Yet no trace of the speaker could be seen anywhere in the