This place rather resembled a ruined ancient kingdom.
Xie Xuanyi saw in the depths of the Black Evil fog, there were towering stone pagodas and vaguely visible outlines of buildings.
He did not know what had happened a thousand years ago.
But he could feel that something at the end of this ancient battlefield was summoning him.
He walked for a moment longer.
Xie Xuanyi suddenly felt a stir in his heart.
He incredulously raised his eyebrows and released his Divine Thought...
At the end of this shattered path of Black Evil, there surprisingly was a portal.
This was not the most important thing.
The most important thing was that there were fresh traces of battle around this portal.
And.
The broken Sword Qi belonging to Xie Xuanyi himself.
"This is the 'Sword Qi Mark' I left behind..."
Xie Xuanyi slowly approached the portal, knelt down, and looked at the Sword Qi debris in front of the portal.
The Northern Hunt back then.
