In the depths of winter, frost and snow blanketed the wasteland, making it all the more tranquil.
The pile of boulders stood amid the wind and snow. Worn down by the years, the accumulated stones seemed to have weathered away considerably more.
Chu Mu descended from the sky, an ancient tower resting in his palm, still clad in his green robe.
As he surveyed the silent wasteland, Chu Mu still felt somewhat dazed.
According to his original plan, he would likely have already been hunted down and forced to flee in all directions. He could not possibly have returned to this wasteland so quickly.
But who could have imagined that, at the final moment, the Thousand Left Alliance Master—whose fate should have been unknown—would pay with his life and use a single White Jade Coiling Dragon Pillar to bury those who had invaded Thousand Left Mountain.
Under such circumstances, the disturbance of the Sky Soaring Tower was plainly insignificant beside the immense commotion caused by the White Jade Coiling Dragon Pillar.
After seizing the Sky Soaring Tower and leaving Thousand Left Mountain, he had traveled all the way to this wasteland. It should have been a road paved in blood, yet everything had remained calm, without the slightest abnormality.
It was foreseeable that even after the uproar surrounding the White Jade Coiling Dragon Pillar subsided and the various factions were no longer occupied, should anyone set their sights on the Sky Soaring Tower again, they would never be able to connect it to him.
All attention would be drawn to the surviving cultivators of the Thousand Left Alliance.
All subsequent turmoil would inevitably fall upon those surviving Thousand Left Alliance cultivators as well. It would be nearly impossible for any of it to have anything to do with him, Chu