Within the trio's sight, whether near or far, many ruined walls, collapsed enclosures, and palace pillars stood scattered about. Some remained upright, others had fallen, proclaiming that this place had once held countless massive stone structures.
Yet as far as the eye could see, not a single intact building remained. Those towering stone pillars that still stood were either tilted or had broken apart and crashed sideways into the desert.
The thick stone pillars were riddled with cracks, while the exposed portions of black boulders lay half-buried in the sand, with only sections of varying lengths protruding above ground.
Like broken branches sharpened into spears, they stabbed straight or slanted into the sky. The sight stretched endlessly into the distance, making it impossible to tell where the horizon lay...
Beneath the dusky yellow light, everything here resembled a vast fallen dynasty beneath the setting sun, stirring boundless desolation and loneliness from the depths of one's heart.
This place was already rather familiar to Li Yan. He had come here before—his first visit had been to investigate, while later he had used the underground passage here for teleportation.
Elder Hao and Master Lan gazed silently at the scene before them. Ever since arriving in the Mortal Realm, their expressions had remained exceedingly cold and indifferent, yet the sight before them now moved them.
Simply standing here, they could feel a solemnity rising within their souls, as though their souls had crossed through ages beyond measure.
It was as if, amid those surviving ruins, people bearing the same aura as themselves were still moving through them, chatting and laughing as they passed...
And in that instant, their souls seemed to meld effortlessly into this patch of heaven and earth. Though it was their first time here, the feeling of a wanderer returning