Xu Changxing swept his gaze over the area for a moment and roughly guessed what had happened to the Setting Sun Sect.
The Setting Sun Sect had most likely disappeared not because its cultivators had been wiped out, but because the earth vein had dried up, leaving them unable to continue cultivating here.
That meant the Setting Sun Sect had needed to relocate elsewhere to preserve its legacy.
During that process, some of its cultivators had very likely gone elsewhere to establish sects of their own.
In that way, the once-mighty Setting Sun Sect would have been broken apart.
If the relocated Setting Sun Sect failed to produce a genius like Xu Changxing or Li Changge, its cultivators would become mediocre after a few generations of succession.
And a mediocre cultivation sect would most likely be unable to withstand the tempering of tens of thousands of years.
Vanishing into the long river of time seemed to be the Setting Sun Sect's only destination.
Xu Changxing did not search for any legacy of the Setting Sun Sect that might have ended up elsewhere. Instead, he extended his perception to examine this mountain range that had once belonged to it.
Although tens of thousands of years had passed and the earth vein beneath the Setting Sun Sect had dried up, the terrain here had not changed much.
He could still vaguely recognize the peak where he had cultivated back then.
But its former prosperity had long since faded, leaving only a few desolate peaks and some ordinary people and low-level cultivators scraping out a living here.
Just as Xu Changxing was reminiscing about the days shortly after he had first transmigrated here, an old man suddenly caught his attention within his perception.
In fact, his perception had already enveloped tens of thousands