The mountains collapsed, the rivers changed courses.
On the ground, amidst the ruins and broken walls, there stood a single towering stone pillar. It was adorned with intricate and exquisite patterns, seemingly narrating the past glories of this land.
Three figures swiftly moved across the sky.
They were cultivators clad in the standard disciple attire, their realm merely at the Foundation Establishment Stage.
However, the black horses they rode exuded a defiant aura, clearly not to be trifled with.
The three seemed long accustomed to the scene below, not pausing for an instant.
Soon, the trio rode their black horses to the base of a towering mountain peak.
Faintly visible were buildings of varying heights standing amidst the mountain ranges, surrounded by dense Heaven and Earth Qi.
The leader among them, witnessing this scene, snorted coldly.
