Along the way, he had not seen a single bird or beast, as though he had entered a land of utter silence.∮ The ravaged mountains stretching as far as the eye could see bore witness to a war that had once been vast and devastating.
Qin Fengming stood in the place where a tribe had once lived. Looking at the empty homes and the dwellings where the tribal people had resided, still giving off a heavy stench of blood, a grave look inevitably appeared on his face.
According to the location on the map jade slip, this area lay within the territory of Wu King City.
Although this place was still two or three thousand li from the Gong Clan tribe, Qin Fengming could not help but feel his heart tighten.
Without the slightest hesitation, his figure suddenly vanished on the spot.
When he appeared again, Qin Fengming was standing in a still-lush basin. Looking at the familiar land before him, a fierce and murderous glint surfaced in his eyes.
The scene here was exactly the same as at the other tribal settlements he had passed. The houses and tents still stood, but not a single living person remained. Countless corpses lay scattered throughout the tribal camp, long since beyond recognition.
He stood there blankly for a long while before waving a hand and summoning a violent gale.
The tents, corpses, and everything else within several li were swept together by the gale at astonishing speed. Flames flashed, and a vast fire roared into being.
As he watched the flames consume everything, the last trace of Qin Fengming's attachment to the Immortal's Remnant Land completely vanished.
After ascending from the Human Realm to the Spirit Realm, the first people he had seen upon awakening had been the members of the