Two figures dashed across the land.
Suddenly, they halted in their tracks.
Liang Hui gazed at the city ahead, spreading a hundred miles wide, his palm resting on the Treasure-Seeking Rat, soothing its somewhat agitated movements.
"Six hundred years ago, this was the city where the Tianyuan Sword Sect selected its disciples. I never thought it would come to be so desolate,"
With a soft sigh, Su Yao looked at the silent and dilapidated city, her expression complex.
The lifespan of spiritual veins and Primordial Spirits was but three hundred years; six hundred years was long enough to drive the mightiest in the world to despair.
Without transcendence, one would ultimately be but a speck of dust, soil within the heaven and earth.
Caught in these thoughts, her gaze involuntarily shifted to the tall figure beside her.
"Let's go take a look inside. The city has been scavenged several times after the five secret realm openings, but it's too vast to be thoroughly explored."
