As far as the eye could see.
The once lush green hills, lakes, market, and dwellings... were nowhere to be seen.
As though scoured by a natural disaster, everything lay in ruins.
If one looked down from the sky.
The land seemed covered in ugly scars.
Wang Ba stood beside what had once been South Lake.
His expression could not help turning cold.
South Lake, which had survived even the Heavenly Gate Sect's invasion of the Eastern Saint Sect, was now utterly murky. Half the mound beside it had been blasted off and fallen into the lake.
Along its shore, the former Chicken Farm and spirit fields... no longer existed either.
Only scorched earth remained.
As though sensing something, Wang Ba hurried to a spot and found half a charred gourd vine in the scorched earth.
In the end, this second-tier gourd vine had never managed to grow.
"Senior Brother, there's no trace of Bu Chan's presence here."
Shen Fu came over, frowning.
As the saying went, a goose left its cry as it passed. Even if a cultivator died, so little time had passed that special methods or a keen divine soul could still detect traces of their presence.
Yet Shen Fu had detected no trace of Bu Chan.
At this, a glimmer of hope immediately rose in Wang Ba's eyes, and he dropped the gourd vine in his hand.
He swiftly rose into the air and looked down.
Soon, he spotted a place where blood baleful Qi soared into the sky.
"There!"
Wang Ba flew straight over.
Soon, he landed beside another stretch of charred earth.
There was not a trace of blood here, nor any severed limbs.
Yet Wang Ba's expression grew even graver.
The dense blood baleful Qi here could not lie. Clearly, whoever had struck