The Dayan ancestral land had long become a ruin.
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
Whoosh!
...
With the map in the Imperial Dao Emperor's Sword, Nan Batian and the other two crossed the Dayan Sect's gates and entered the sect without any obstructions.
When Lin Wudao followed them in, all he saw were broken walls. The once majestic ancient palaces had been shattered.
The ground was covered with terrifying ravines.
Even though 8000 years had passed, the terrifying traces of a great battle were still clearly left here. Even the majestic mountains of the Dayan Sect were either sliced or shattered by a great force.
"What happened back then?"
Looking at the desolation in the ancestral land, whether it was Nan Batian's group or Lin Wudao and the Mad Daoist who were behind, all of them were curious.
However, they didn't think too much about it.
