After leaving the Heavenly Immortal Building, Fang Xi, fully equipped, adjusted his state of mind and returned to Green Bamboo Mountain.
The woods were lush, and the bamboo was still verdant and dripping with freshness, but everything had changed beyond recognition.
Fang Xi arrived at the area where the Spirit Farmer used to be, only to find it was all a spread of broken walls and ruins, as if it had been abandoned for a long time.
"Yes, without the security outside the market, not to mention the deterrence of Foundation Establishment cultivators... who would want to come here to farm?"
He sighed and found his own small wooden hut.
This place was also a ruin, seemingly due to magical battles, leading to the collapse of many houses.
Crack!
Fang Xi grabbed a roof beam and heaved it mightily.
With his immense Giant Strength, as he exerted force, planks and stones were lifted, revealing broken tables, chairs, benches, and even some unidentifiable bones.
