"Hmm? Wasn't Xuan Jiang headed to Red Lotus Town? Why had he stayed here for half a month?"
Frowning, Su Shi'er muttered to himself.
He had been seizing the time to enter seclusion and regulate his breathing within the Small World, but that did not mean he knew nothing of the outside world.
The Nine Heavens Exquisite Pagoda was his treasure, and he had refined it for many years.
Moreover, the treasure possessed an artifact spirit, allowing Su Shi'er to remain aware of much of what was happening outside at all times.
As his voice fell, Su Shi'er hesitated briefly. Then, with a thought, he vanished from where he stood.
When he reappeared, what met his eyes was a city shattered beyond recognition, already reduced to ruins.
Inside and outside the city, starved corpses lay everywhere, white bones were piled high, and the dead were too numerous to count.
Countless low-level cultivators and ordinary mortals moved busily to and fro, gathering the bones of those who had died tragically and rebuilding their homes.
Xuan Jiang stood amid the ruins of the city. Wherever the power of his Primordial Spirit fluctuated, collapsed debris on the ground turned to dust.
Mortals who had been innocently crushed to death when buildings suddenly collapsed lay powerless upon the bloodstained earth, which had long since dried but still reeked heavily of blood.
Whenever the remains of the dead emerged, people quickly hurried forward and carried away the corpses of their fellow kind.
From time to time, severely injured survivors also emerged from the ruins.
Seeing daylight again, every survivor's eyes brimmed with excitement. Around them, cries and wails rose one after another.
In terms of cultivation, Xuan Jiang was at the Spirit Severing stage. His Primordial Spirit alone was already exceedingly powerful.
Nor was he