The world lay in ruins, withered and lifeless. Mountains crumbled and rivers collapsed. 0

Lin Xun put away the Dao Endless Pagoda and exhaled softly. 0

Ling Xuanzi’s childhood experiences had reminded him of himself. When he was born, his Origin Aeth Artery had been stolen by enemies and he had to grow up in the darkness of the mine prison…0

To this day, he still didn't know whether his parents were alive or dead.0

The difference between them was that Lin Xun had Mister Lu by his side, while Ling Xuanzi had been entirely alone, forced to fend for himself.0

Lin Xun then thought of Yun Qingbai. He was born with an innate sword bone, but his family was destroyed and his fate was never his own. Even thinking of him was enough to evoke endless sighs. 0

After a long silence, Lin Xun turned his gaze into the distance.0

Of the countless cultivators who had watched the battle, only a handful remained. Most had already fled in terror.0

Aside from a few Emperors, what surprised Lin Xun was that Meng Lianqing was still there, but she looked disheveled. 0

After a thought, he walked toward her direction.0

“Fairy Meng, he…he…is coming this way.”0

Yan Juan stammered, his eyes...0