Chapter 814: The Wind Has Gone, Yet the Waves Have Not Ceased
Within the Wasteland World Rift, Zhang Yu's shadow avatar plunged deeper inside. All along the way, he could see traces of destruction wrought by cultivators' magical power and artifacts.
Some places that appeared to have been barriers had clearly been forcibly blasted through by external force. Deep trenches, nearly broad enough to serve as riverbeds, scarred the ground and stretched all the way to the innermost reaches.
Judging from the remnants, the resistance here had gradually gone from orderly to chaotic. This showed that the attacked side had initially maintained a tight defense, but as the fighting continued, their power to resist had steadily weakened.
At that moment, a towering mountain range, like a city wall encircling the land, appeared ahead. He flew through one of its clearly collapsed breaches, and the view before him suddenly opened up, revealing an immense basin.
Yet it was now riddled with gaps and utterly unrecognizable, its original appearance only faintly discernible. Huge skeletons lay sprawled everywhere. Now and then, he could see humanoid remains, and some of the bodies and garments had astonishingly been preserved intact.
His figure drifted slowly down. His gaze settled on a cultivator sitting cross-legged there, still retaining the appearance he had worn in life. From his profile, hairstyle, and clothing, it was not difficult to tell that he was an authentic Celestial Xia man. There was a hollow in his chest, through which the scenery behind him could be seen.
Yet that was not what had killed him. With a single glance, Zhang Yu could discern that this man had apparently activated some divine ability before his death, sending his consciousness, soul, and Primordial Spirit Shadow Reflection out of his body together—and never returning, leaving behind