The old man's eyes were lifeless.
He swept his gaze around, muttering under his breath, "Everything is gone..."
Chang'sheng bent down, sending a gentle white light from his hand that enveloped the old man's brow and eyes.
The old man's emotions gradually settled.
"Elder, take your time. Please, tell me what really happened."
The old man looked at Chang'sheng, tears shimmering in his eyes, his voice bitter: "It all began with that black stone."
After the old man's account,
both Chang'sheng and Blackie had understood how it all started.
Apart from farming, the people of the Twilight Village
would also hunt wild beasts outside the village.
During a hunt, they came across a black stone, sensed it was extraordinary, and brought it back to the village.
And then, misfortune descended.
The demonic nature radiating from the black stone was so potent that even ordinary cultivators could not resist it.
So how could mortals possibly withstand such demonic nature?
