That low shout rang out like a thunderclap bursting in midair, shaking the clouds apart, its echoes lingering.
Chen Heng looked down.
All he saw was a desolate, dilapidated scene.
The surrounding trees had been snapped and toppled into a sorry mess, and scattered flecks of long-dried, dark-red blood could still faintly be seen on the ground.
The temples Mount Yang Daoist had built in life now lay in ruins, their walls fallen and roofs collapsed, with short, grayish-white weeds sprouting among them...
Chen Heng sighed faintly to himself and waited quietly a while longer.
Finally.
Several dozen breaths later.
From beside the little mountain waterfall.
A faint rustling slowly emerged...
Then a fox's head cautiously poked out, only to swiftly withdraw.
A moment later.
It darted out again.
Then withdrew like lightning!
This repeated several times.
The foolish fox never once looked up at the clouds, and naturally failed to notice Chen Heng gently shaking his head.
"Tu Shan Ningning."
Chen Heng called her name, raised a finger, and sent out a strand of True Qi to bind the fox just as she poked her head out again.
Then he descended from the clouds and walked over to the little waterfall.
Ignoring the little fox's frantic squeaks, he picked her up by the scruff and carried her straight into the rock wall behind the pool.
Pfft-
After passing through an invisible membrane.
The sight before him abruptly became the familiar scene of bright, radiant light and orderly houses.
"What is this?"
Once he saw what lay before him.
Chen Heng was slightly startled. He dropped Tu Shan Ningning and headed straight toward the main building.
The statue on the offering table, molded in Tu Shan Ge's likeness, was now terribly damaged. Both arms had broken off, and all its