"Must enter the city before dark."
When those cultivators had left, they had solemnly admonished Gu Qingshan with those words.
Gu Qingshan put away the letter and looked up at the sky.
Night was about to fall.
Gu Qingshan flew faster.
There's still enough time. No need to reveal a Divine Skill like Shrinking the Earth into an Inch.
He flew beneath the low, gray clouds, through the icy wind and over vast stretches of ruined cities.
At some point, rain began to fall, gradually turning into a downpour.
Across the wilderness, great swaths of shattered walls and ruins lay drenched in the rain.
After observing for a while, Gu Qingshan realized that these buildings had all been made of exceptionally sturdy materials. Some of the bricks and stones even carried traces of strange power.
Perhaps that was why, after countless years of wind and sun, they still remained in the same state as when they had first been destroyed.
But what exactly had destroyed these cities?
A massive war?
A natural disaster?
Or something else?
Gu Qingshan studied the ruins carefully.
Almost every rooftop had been torn off, and all sorts of odds and ends lay scattered haphazardly across the ground.
In some places, certain objects seemed to have drawn more attention. There were signs that someone had sorted through and selected them.
That must have been the work of later arrivals.
Too much time had passed, and later visitors had disturbed the whole scene. Many traces from back then no longer remained.
For now, Gu Qingshan couldn't draw any conclusions.
"Hey."
A voice suddenly sounded in his Sea of Consciousness.
Gu Qingshan jumped and stopped in midair. "Who's there?"
"It's me."
A young man came flying over from the distant sky.
Gu Qingshan looked at his face, then