Chapter 462: Pill-Martial Sect, Spirit-Nurturing Pill, Zhang Wanqing Forms Her Core "8k, please vote with your monthly tickets!"
The Land of Imprisonment.
The former territory of Great Liang.
Xu Mingqing and Xu Jingwu flew onward together.
Field ridges had broken apart, and streams and rivers had changed course.
Charred tree stumps now lay across the once verdant fields.
Villages lay in ruins, without a soul in sight, overgrown with weeds.
Everywhere in the city, walls stood shattered and buildings lay in ruin.
At the foot of a crumbling wall, an old woman huddled with a child in her arms.
The child did not cry. Only its eyelids fluttered.
Its eyes rolled futilely beneath the thin skin, like two fish stranded in a dried-up pool.
The old woman did not move either. The wind lifted her gray-white hair, then let it fall again, covering the deep furrows crisscrossing her face.
Farther ahead, figures moved over a heap of rubble that had once been a grand residence.
They were not walking, but lunging and tearing.
Two men rolled in the dust, fighting over a small sack of grain dug up from somewhere.
They used their teeth, their nails, anything they could still wield.
The sounds rumbling from their throats did not resemble human voices, but wild dogs guarding their food.
Xu Jingwu's brows drew down, frost and snow gathering in the depths of his eyes.
Xu Mingqing said nothing, merely looking farther into the distance.
There stood a residence that was still reasonably intact, seemingly repaired to some extent.
Yet the stone lion before its gates was missing half its head.
The men standing at the entrance had blades at their waists and a sheen of grease on their faces.
Those who still possessed martial strength after the great calamity had gathered