Cannot Tear

Several days later, beneath a cloudless sky stretching for miles, the Teleportation Array in an Ancient City activated. Three figures stepped out from within—it was Chen Fan and the other two.

There were not many people in the Ancient City, and even fewer cultivators walked its streets. The Marketplace was especially desolate, a far cry from its former crowds that had packed the place like a sea of people.

Bald Bird said in astonishment, "What's going on? All along the way, we've seen fewer and fewer cultivators. Where have they all gone?"

Old Yellow Tooth directly grabbed a passing young cultivator and questioned him. Only then did they finally learn the reason from his mouth.

It turned out that the matter of the overlords beyond the sea had also thrown everyone into a panic. Many believed that a great war was about to begin, so they had fled one after another, staying far away from these Ancient Cities and retreating into remote wildernesses to live in seclusion, hoping to evade this calamity.

"Running is useless. If they truly fall, wherever they hide, they will sooner or later be found," Old Yellow Tooth said, shaking his head.

The young cultivator did not dare say another word. Without further ado, he hurriedly turned and left.

Bald Bird clicked its tongue. "If this place really gets conquered, those people ought to plunder the heavenly treasures and earthly materials first. They probably won't slaughter the entire continent. Those with low cultivation should be spared, but those with high cultivation... tsk tsk, that's hard to say."

"Now that you put it that way, this old man suddenly feels danger lurking at every turn. Sigh." Old Yellow Tooth sighed, deeply troubled.

"Oh, give it a rest. With that tiny bit of cultivation of yours, they wouldn't