In the previous dynasty, Great Shang abandoned the capital.
The mountains had turned into a land of lava, and the rivers had dried up. The mountains and rivers were riddled with holes as if they were seriously injured people who had been tortured and tortured, crawling on this deserted wasteland with a humble attitude.
As Xia Ji walked on the wasteland, the horde of fire demons that had evolved to become extremely terrifying due to devouring rose and fell from afar. They brushed past him but did not dare to approach him.
He closed his eyes. The Imperial City's prosperity from hundreds of years ago could be vaguely seen around him, as well as the chanting of scriptures coming from the Sutra Depository.
In the blink of an eye, five hundred years had passed.
Everything was gone.
But it's just like yesterday.
Xia Ji identified the location of the palace and found the small courtyard of the Sutra Depository. He walked alone in the ruins.
