"Blood spread across the land..."
Jiang Ding murmured to himself.
Through simple records in the Sea of Consciousness, he could already see that blood-drenched battlefield, where countless maids seeking the Dao were fighting and dying.
Yes, this was the only thing that comforted him, alleviated much of his sense of guilt.
After the latter stage of Foundation Building, they voluntarily left Tushan Immortal City to pursue their own Golden Pill path, all by their own choice.
If they wished for comfort, staying in Tushan Immortal City to participate in tasks like maintaining order or collecting taxes was also an option, with a high probability of living out their lives in peace.
No matter how chaotic the outside world, no matter how unpredictable the situation, it wouldn't lack the peace of a Foundation-building cultivator for two hundred years.
