The Forbidden Ancient City had been destroyed!
Countless True Lords and great demons had bled and fallen on the spot?
And Venerable Guanping had been the one to do it?
As Cheng Buzheng walked down the street, he heard this news...
Though his expression did not change, stormy waves had long since risen in his heart.
"That can't be possible!"
"If it is true, the entire landscape of the Cultivation World will undergo a tremendous upheaval!"
Cheng Buzheng walked on, disbelief filling his heart.
Very soon.
Without pausing in the slightest, he crossed this street and arrived on another. At a glance...
White mourning silk hung on both sides before one shop after another, and some shops had even directly announced that they were for sale.
There was not the slightest difference from the previous street.
Seeing this scene.
Cheng Buzheng understood in his heart that the matter of countless Nascent Soul True Lords dying in the Forbidden Ancient City was likely true.
Otherwise.
Things would not be like this.
The destruction of the Forbidden Ancient City, and...
That should be true as well.
After that.
Each time Cheng Buzheng crossed another street, he saw shops draped in white mourning silk.
Cheng Buzheng, likewise wearing a disguise, felt his heart gradually sink.
Suddenly.
His thoughts shifted, as though he had thought of something?
"Even Immortal Alliance City is now permeated with such oppressive tension. The many Golden Core cultivators of the White Cloud Sect have never received definite news of me—wouldn't they be even more anxious?"
"Although the White Cloud Sect's Sect Protection Formation bears the Immortal Alliance Seal, so powerful figures will not strike directly, that does not mean other underhanded methods are impossible!"
At this thought.
Cheng Buzheng silently calculated in his heart:
*"It seems it is time