There were no swirling mists or ethereal clouds; desolation stretched as far as the eye could see. To call this the heavenly realm would be a stretch—it looked far more like the Avici Hell.
The skeletons and mechanical debris scattered across the ground were grim reminders that a massive battle had once taken place here.
Director Lin found a secluded little village and carried Li Muchuan inside, laying him down on a wooden bed.
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