On Broken Mountain's summit, the last wisp of gray mist dispersed.
The gate tower projected from the mist rippled like a mirage, then faded into nothing.
With the tower gone, the Palace it had suppressed reappeared, now reduced to broken walls and ruins.
Chen Cuo strode through the rubble without slowing, all the way to the edge of Broken Mountain's flat summit—
This should have been the depths of the Palace. Now it was nothing but a heap of stones.
Chen Cuo stopped before the rubble.
His gaze fell on a patch of ground nearby.
Compared with the surrounding rubble, this patch was extraordinarily clean. Across that broad space, there were no broken stones and barely any dust, as though every stone and speck of powder had deliberately avoided it when the Palace collapsed.
"This should be the place."
With that thought, Chen Cuo walked onto the clear patch of ground.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Clouds suddenly churned overhead. A current of Fortune descended from somewhere unseen and settled upon Chen Cuo, and understanding dawned on him.
“This Fortune was originally monopolized by the Black-Winged Roc hiding behind the scenes. After I entered, he used the Sacred Hall as his base to manipulate events across All Under Heaven and watch everything unfold...”
As he thought, the whole Great Wilderness unfolded within his mind.
In a daze, he saw changes sweeping across the land—
Across the Central Plains, with the Royal City at its heart, cities had once stood scattered, each with towering walls. Now ripples spread across them. The high walls vanished, gradually revealing settlements of clustered dwellings. Forget city walls—even fences were sparse. One by one, the people within shed their fine clothing, revealing garments sewn from animal skins.
"This age of the Great Wilderness seemed to follow ancient ways,