Wurao Emperor Realm, broken walls and shattered earth.
Hua Changdeng arrived with sword in hand, killing intent surging. The flame in the broken lamp he held was faint, yet its light illuminated all the heavens.
From the clouds above to the yellow earth below, the entire Wurao Emperor Realm seemed to have fallen into Fengdu, blanketed beneath all manner of phantom hellish visions.
Yin souls and vicious ghosts clawed their way out of the cracked earth, shrieking and baring fangs and claws. Yet they held no aggression, seeming only to be searching for something.
The surviving members of Wurao's various branch clans all trembled in fear, powerless to resist amid their alarm and dread.
Had this been back then, even a Saint Emperor would not have dared act so wantonly, swaggering across Wurao's land without the slightest restraint.
But today, the Saint Emperor Rao Clan had declined into a ruined family.
Its sole Saint Emperor clan head had fallen elsewhere. The demi-saint elders of every branch were either dead or crippled, none retaining the strength to fight again.
For countless years, this land had borne the surname Rao.
Even in its most fallen days, it could always produce a Saint Emperor who, if not an enlightened ruler, was at least passable enough to stand on equal footing with the other clans.
Now that the Saint Emperor had fallen, Wurao changed hands again and again. No one knew which of the other four clans would hold its fate in the future.
Or perhaps the entire Saint Emperor Rao Clan would be left with not a single unbroken egg, never again given the chance to rise from the ashes.
Hua Changdeng had nothing to fear.
He had not come to slaughter a clan, only to search for Xu Xiaoshou.
Yet though his