A Brutal Blow Awaited the Peerless Douluo's Homecoming, Mourning Silk Across the Mountains Assaulted His Senses!

Charred earth mingled with half-burned wood chips, giving off an acrid, scorched stench.

The Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, once a paradise on earth, was now nothing but ruins stretching as far as the eye could see.

Ning Fengzhi knelt on the cold earth, his usually spotless white robes already covered in filthy blood and black ash.

He did not summon even a trace of soul power.

Instead, he used those pampered hands to dig through the hard, scorched earth, one handful at a time.

The nails on all ten fingers peeled back, crimson blood seeping from his fingertips into the soil.

Only the piercing pain that bored into his heart from his fingertips could somewhat suppress the grief that threatened to burn his reason to ashes.

The grave was dug.

Ning Fengzhi carefully lowered Chen Xin's battered corpse into it.

He removed his sect master's outer robe and painstakingly draped it over Chen Xin, concealing the fatal wound.

Finally, he solemnly planted the broken Seven Kill Sword in the fresh earth before the grave.

From this day forward, this renowned sword that had looked down upon the world could only stand guard over its master's grave amid these desolate ruins.

A howl of torn air came from overhead.

Gu Rong's enormous Bone Dragon True Body descended from the clouds and crashed heavily onto the outskirts of the ruins.

The dragon's silhouette dispersed.

Gu Rong's tall, gaunt figure emerged.

Behind him followed several dozen young disciples of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, their clothes in tatters and their bodies covered in blood.

These were the surviving embers he had found in the surrounding mountains, plucked from the net of pursuit cast by Spirit Hall's elite forces.

"Sect Master!"

The moment the dozens of disciples saw Ning Fengzhi kneeling amid