Mo Yang hurriedly stopped in his tracks, silently channeling the God's Left Eye as he looked ahead. The scene before him had indeed changed: the place where he stood was now a ruined waste, the ground littered with skeletons. One could clearly see the terrifying traces left behind by some epic battle, and a lingering sword intent still faintly permeated the air, sending a chill down his spine.
The ground was a dark, bruised red, as if it had once been thoroughly soaked in blood.
Ahead, any trace of halls and pavilions had long since vanished. Rising amidst the ruined wreckage was a towering stone monument, upon which two large characters were carved: Twelve!
Chapter 78