Old Qingzhou City sprawled across the vast wilderness.
It had once been the most prosperous heart of all Azure Province. Now, only shattered walls and ruined ramparts remained, silently recounting the savagery of that great war two hundred years ago.
The lofty, majestic city walls had long since collapsed by more than half, covered in marks of blades and axes, even bearing glassy crystals left behind where terrifying power had melted them.
Within the city, the once closely packed pavilions and towers had turned into heaps of rubble, buried beneath waist-high wild grass.
The air was steeped in an inescapable desolation and deathly silence, as though even time had halted its steps here.
Three figures streaked across the sky like meteors and landed soundlessly in the central square of this dead city.
They were Lu Shaoyou, Qin Wuya, and the Grey-robed Elder.
"Tsk, the feng shui of this place is really terrible." Lu Shaoyou surveyed the surroundings, kicked aside a piece of broken stone with his toe, and casually remarked, "No one has developed it in two hundred years. What a waste of such a huge plot of land."
Qin Wuya's mouth twitched involuntarily at that.
At a time like this, this guy still had the mood to care about that?
He shook his head helplessly and explained, "This was the core battlefield of that war years ago. Countless experts fell here. Baleful Intent, resentment, and demonic qi intertwined, turning it into a land of death long ago."
"If ordinary people approach it, they will fall seriously ill at best; at worst, they will lose their minds and turn into maniacs. Other than demonic fiends who cultivate evil arts, who would come to such a ghostly place?"
The Grey-robed Elder said nothing. He vigilantly scanned their surroundings, his seemingly cloudy