As the saying went, a blank sheet of paper was easy to paint on.
Zhang Yang now truly wanted to spit in the face of that fellow named "As the Saying Goes." Try building and farming in a world with absolutely nothing and see where you get your resources.
That was why Zhang Yang no longer cared about the three Ghost-Catching Heavenly Masters. Their so-called methods and experience in catching ghosts were completely useless.
"What I want to save isn't Guobei County. It's this world."
Looking at the three men kneeling on the ground, Zhang Yang rarely appeared so solemn. Then he walked once around Guobei County City. The place had fallen into utter ruin. The city walls had become piles of dirt, the city gates were gone, and nine out of ten houses in the County City had collapsed. Even wild grass was scarce, because it had all been pulled up and eaten.
The houses that had not collapsed were crammed with heaps of people so skinny that only skin hung over their bones. Their eyes were dull, and they looked more like ghosts than human beings.
Those who still had some strength worked in the fields like zombies or wandered everywhere plucking wild grass. Occasionally, they managed to catch an insect. That was considered a rare delicacy.
"Guobei County is a treasure land. People once worked hard here and tried every possible method to turn this place into a Spiritual Qi Depression. That's why it managed to cling to life until now in this Age of Dharma Decline."
Zhang Yang muttered to himself without avoiding the three people following behind him.
That was the truth. Ordinary mortals could not see anything, but after Zhang Yang's Soul Domain swept over the area, everything became crystal clear. Behind the crumbling