A village appeared before Xue Fuyao. She looked at its name-Rockpile Village.
"Why does that name sound a little familiar?"
With that thought, Xue Fuyao did not enter the village immediately, but searched her memory instead.
She knew that any place whose name sounded familiar to her must have been the site of some major event.
After a long while, Xue Fuyao's eyes suddenly widened, her pupils trembling twice. "Come on, let's go in."
Riding Xiao Yan, she headed toward Rockpile Village, wondering as she went whether that incident had happened yet.
In her previous life, she had heard a rumor from others: everyone in a village had vanished without a trace overnight, and that village had been called Rockpile Village.
Supposedly, it had originally been called Stone Village because most of its residents had the surname Shi. But because Stone Village did not sound nice, they had changed its name to Rockpile Village.
None of that mattered, though. People died every day in the Cultivation Realm. While cases of an entire village disappearing were rare, they were not unheard of, and ordinarily would not have stirred up much of a storm.
After all, Rockpile Village was remote. Under normal circumstances, the local authorities would send men to take a look, pin the blame on demonic cultivators, and leave it at that.
But Rockpile Village was no ordinary village. Despite its remote location, it had produced a genius cultivator.
His name was Song Zhengdao. He had joined the Profound Yang Sect and was the sect master's final disciple.
It was said that he had been an orphan since childhood, raised on meals from a hundred households. Even after he began cultivating, he often returned to visit.
After everyone in Rockpile Village vanished overnight, Song Zhengdao rushed back from the Profound