Moyang hurriedly stopped and silently activated his Divine Left Eye, turning his gaze forward. The scene had indeed changed; he was standing in the middle of a dilapidated ruin littered with corpses. Everywhere he looked, he could clearly see terrifying traces left behind by a great battle, and faint, lingering sword intent permeated the air, sending a chill down his spine.
The ground was a dark, dull red, as if it had been soaked through by blood.
Directly ahead, the halls and pavilions were gone. Rising from the broken ruins stood a tall stone stele, engraved with two large characters: "Twelve!"
Chapter 78