Lin Tian could understand this. Golden Turtle Island had once flourished beyond measure, with ten thousand immortals coming to pay homage to Jiejiao. Such grandeur had made even many supreme beings green with envy.
Yet now, the immortals of Golden Turtle Island had all dispersed, and its former splendor had vanished like mist and clouds.
Even Jiejiao's Sect Leader, Saint Tongtian, was imprisoned in Purple Heaven Palace.
The contrast was as vast as the gulf between heaven and earth. How could such a fall leave the Jiejiao Disciples feeling anything but anguish?
Lady White, however, did not feel much about it. She had only become Holy Mother Wudang's disciple after the Investiture of the Gods, so she knew little of Jiejiao's past.
At most, she had heard a few stories from others, so it stirred little emotion in her.
"Golden Turtle Island's glory is gone. Let's go onto the island and take a look first!"
Lin Tian took the lead, heading toward Golden Turtle Island, the largest of them all.
Golden Turtle Island now looked utterly deserted, while the surrounding immortal islands, such as the Three Immortal Islands and Nine Dragon Island, were even more devoid of life.
How could those disciples who had entered the Investiture of the Gods List or joined the Western Buddhist Sect return often to this place of sorrow?
Moreover, with Saint Tongtian imprisoned in Purple Heaven Palace, there was no one left to preside over Golden Turtle Island.
The War of the Investiture of the Gods had not only profoundly affected the Human Race but also dealt Jiejiao a fatal blow.
Several Saints had swept up the Jiejiao Disciples in a single net, while the Human Race had also fallen victim to their schemes. Authority over the Human Race's fortune had once again fallen