At the military base on the edge of Jade Capital Mountain.
Xie Tiandao, Alkaid, Zong Yan, Kong Fang, Xie Yushu, Xie Yi'er, and several Martial Saints who had gone to the Artifact Sect decades ago and now wished to return to their roots, were all present.
...
"How could such a huge Artifact Sect just disappear like that?"
"The Artifact Sect, recognized as one of the strongest sects in the entire Cangwu Realm, how could it..."
Xie Tiandao, Xie Yi'er, and the others had eyes filled with loss.
To them, and indeed to everyone, the Artifact Sect was a cherished sacred land of cultivation, the most perfect holy realm in the depths of their hearts.
The education and knowledge they had received since childhood had all depicted the might of the Artifact Sect to the best of their ability.
It was...
The symbol of advancement.
The beacon of civilization.
