"If those guys really were deliberately causing trouble..."
Fang Mo said this as he glanced over the structure above the ruins. "Then your master will show you the true path of slaughter."
"Huh?"
Little Qing Yi looked somewhat confused. "Master, who are you referring to?"
Fang Mo did not answer. He merely slowly raised a finger and pointed it at the endless mountain rock above the ruins.
The Flint of Destruction within him activated instantly. A crisp ding rang out, and the entire crust was instantly disintegrated by some force, without leaving behind even a trace of dust.
"Let's go."
Fang Mo casually picked up Little Qing Yi beside him and slowly flew upward.
"Um, Master..."
Seeing this, Little Qing Yi, who was being carried by Fang Mo, instinctively explained, "We could actually leave these ruins through the portal."
"We MC players never return to the surface the way we came..."
Fang Mo casually brushed her off. Since even these ruins were fake, naturally he was not going to look for any portal. He might as well just tear off the roof.
Still, it had to be said.
These ancient ruins had been buried incredibly deep.
Fang Mo flew upward for several kilometers before he finally saw a faint glimmer of light and eventually returned to the surface.
And after returning to the surface.
Fang Mo once again surveyed the surrounding environment.
This place appeared quite desolate. Mountains surrounded it on all sides, and there did not seem to be a single person within a hundred miles.
However, although there was no sign of habitation, a large group of cultivators had gathered at the entrance to the ruins. They wore familiar Taoist robes, and some of them had even set up stalls on their own.
Of course, calling them stalls