With the Soul Refining Blood Banner sealing the city and the heaven-toppling Heavenly Demon Sword sweeping through it.
Lishan City had already become ruins.
Yesterday, carved beams and painted rafters; today, shattered walls and broken rubble. Its former splendor of gold and jade had been reduced to wreckage strewn across the ground.
Little White pulled the cart, walking ahead.
Mo Hua, Senior Martial Brother, Senior Martial Sister, and Aunt Xue followed behind. Along with the main body of cultivators from the Five Elements Sect, they left the Five Elements Sect, walked out of the Mountain Protection Array, and entered the desolate Lishan City.
Only after seeing the surrounding scene did Mo Hua realize that the whole of Lishan City had long since been an empty shell. Many of the traveling merchants living inside had been hidden Demonic Cultivators.
There had not been many proper cultivators at all.
And when disaster descended, most of those cultivators had either died, been wounded, or fled.
The merchant cultivators were not local cultivators.
They came for profit, and when the profit was gone, they left.
No one was willing to live and die together with Lishan City, and no one cared whether Lishan City lived or died.
A flower without soil bloomed in prosperity, then withered in the blink of an eye.
Lishan City, where every inch of land was worth an inch of gold, had drawn the curtain on its prosperity, revealing its desolate true face of earth, stone, and mud.
But Mo Hua did not care about any of this either.
As he walked along the road, he would still look back from time to time, hoping that on some turn of his head, he might see his master again.
But in the end, he saw nothing.
Mo Hua lowered his head