Pavilions and towers, auspicious clouds curling around them.
What had once been a great Immortal Path Sect was now deserted, steeped in deathly silence.
Soft footsteps echoed as Chu Mu strolled through it.
Everywhere he looked, he could glimpse traces of the Immortal Path.
Array restrictions, Dharma Artifacts, Runes...
Chu Mu stopped within a pavilion. Several Jade Slips lay scattered across the table before him.
Fleeting Light shimmered faintly across the Jade Slips, proving that they remained completely intact.
Yet within the reach of his Divine Sense, these intact Jade Slips seemed to possess only the form of Jade Slips. No matter how he probed them, he could not glimpse the contents recorded within.
These Jade Slips truly seemed like nothing more than a few ordinary pieces of jade.
And this was not an isolated case.
Every trace of the Immortal Path within this sect—be it array restrictions, Runes, or Jade Slips—was merely an empty shell. Their true interiors were all void, without a trace of Immortal Path power to be found.
The traces of the Immortal Path were plainly before his eyes, yet he could not detect even the slightest strand of Immortal Path power.
The feeling was undoubtedly exceedingly strange.
It was as though an invisible hand existed within this ruined world, thoroughly wiping away every extraordinary power,
Leaving behind only the outward forms of all extraordinary traces, bereft of soul.
Chu Mu glanced at the sky above and sensed the unseen barrier, gaining a measure of understanding.
Such an anomaly must have originated from some change on the level of rules.
It was like the Heaven and Earth of the Cultivation World after its aberration, which rejected and suppressed powers other than those of demons and devils.
Perhaps this world had likewise undergone a mutation at the