Chapter 265

Travels in the Eastern Land: Edge of the Ruins Hu Feng, Lingshuang, Murong Xue, and Elder Motian pressed on all the way until they finally reached the edge of the ancient ruins. Before them lay a vast and boundless desert. Howling gales swept across, whipping up a sky full of yellow sand that blotted out the sun and made the daylight appear dim and murky. The ground was covered in dry, cracked fissures, resembling the parched lips of the earth, silently recounting the vicissitudes of time. In the distance, an ancient and mysterious building loomed faintly, exuding an aura of awe. That was where the ancient ruins lay. By this time, numerous cultivators had already gathered around the ruins. Some were elite disciples from major sects; dressed in uniform attire, they stood orderly behind their sect elders, their eyes revealing vigilance and anticipation. There were also quite a few rogue cultivators, either alone or in groups of two or three. Ranging in appearance—some weathered by time, others with burning gazes—every single one of them coveted the treasures and opportunities within the ruins.