The Sword Cultivators who wanted Ouyang dead surrounded him like stars clustered around the moon, escorting him into the depths of the Desert.
Originally, Ouyang had also wanted to take along the Heart Cloud he had just acknowledged as his beloved son, which could plunge Great Cultivators straight into an endless illusion.
But faced with Xian Yi's tearful pleas, Ouyang could only give up.
Equally puzzled, Ouyang asked, "Since Li Taibai carried out the Immortal-Slaying for the sake of all living beings, why did he still bind Great Cultivators within an endless illusion? How is that any different from the Immortals of old?"
Xian Yi remained silent for a long while before saying, "My lord, there are painful reasons behind this. You will understand once you come with me to the Sword-Forging Clan!"
Since it was inconvenient to speak of it now, Ouyang did not press him. Now that he had come to the Nine Hells, he had all the time he needed to understand everything here.
The Sword Cultivators guarded Ouyang on all sides, their expressions tense, as though protecting some important personage.
Only as he flew through the Desert did Ouyang see how desolate it was now, and how prosperous it had once been.
One enormous city after another lay in ruins, buried beneath the yellow sand.
Even with nothing but crumbling walls left, Ouyang could still feel the grandeur and ancient majesty of these cities.
Just what kind of power could have destroyed these enormous cities, turning this once-prosperous place into a desert?
When Ouyang asked Xian Yi beside him, Xian Yi replied with a strange expression, "Isn't this how these Sin Cities ought to be?"
"Sin Cities?" Xian Yi's words left Ouyang utterly bewildered.
Xian Yi explained unhurriedly, "These cities were once resting places established for