Lushwood was a sea of withered ruin.
The once verdant trees had all withered, their surfaces gleaming like metal. Their roots were locked deep underground, tearing the spiritual veins into fragments and preventing spiritual energy from emerging.
Xu Xuan rode the wind overhead. The spell-light had been terrifying in its might, but everyone from the sect had been prepared. They had entered the Unmoored Boat in an instant, protected by Liang Yong, and had suffered only minor injuries.
"And just like that, the Wu Clan is gone."
It had happened too quickly. Indeed, Wu Heyong could almost be said to have brought it about single-handedly. That gray light seemed to belong to the Vast Wood lineage, and had chiefly targeted all of Lushwood rather than its people.
As for the Wu Clan's Spirit Mountain, pitch-black roots now covered it densely, draining every last trace of spiritual energy. Every residence and pavilion upon it had collapsed; not a single structure remained intact.
"Master, I've already sent people to inspect it. Nothing was left behind."
Liu Xingfang approached on the wind, a note of hesitation in his voice.
"It seems Wu Heyong decided long ago to abandon the Wu Clan. Naturally, he wouldn't leave anything for us. He even destroyed the Spirit Land."
Xu Xuan's gaze darkened slightly before he turned toward the man in green robes.
"Your name is Wu Qinghe?"
"Yes, my lord. That is my name."
Wu Qinghe's eyes were wide open, and two trails of bloody tears actually flowed from them. He looked barely thirty, yet his cultivation had already reached the seventh level. Foundation Establishment should have been inevitable for him.
"What do you intend to do now?"
Xu Xuan now understood everything clearly. This man had been kept alive precisely so he could later enter that