Beside the collapsed thirty-six Boundary Pillars,
Jiang Ding stood on the super Air-Space War Machine, looking around.
The earth was shrouded in dust.
Everywhere there were huge craters where Golden Pill-level magic had melted boulders, and the broken tanks were accompanied by randomly strewn limbs and severed arms of Foundation-building cultivators.
The lingering smoke of gunpowder was gradually dispersing.
The sunlight once again fell upon the land.
"Very good, at least the people in the southern region of the Huangtong Small World will live much better than they do now,"
Jiang Ding murmured to himself.
Divine Sense stirred slightly, and a body dried of its essence blood appeared before him, its once plump body now sagging, with wrinkled skin erratically enveloping the flesh, a dull brown color.
Its eyes, dull and lifeless, where the vitality had long since disappeared.
"Xiang Jia, the name is worth remembering a bit,"
Jiang Ding thought.
