The shadows of the collapsed cave still clung to the jagged rocks like ink as the black dome protecting Haoran and Xueli finally dissolved into mist.
Haoran stood in the center of the devastation, his arm possessively anchored around Xueli's waist.
They look around, and the landscape was now completely unrecognizable.
The thousand-meter waterfall had been choked out by the landslide, its roar replaced by a haunting, dusty silence.
Above them, the clear blue sky was revealed for the first time in who knows how many years, but the focal point remained the massive stone gate.
It stood defiant amidst the rubble, pulsing with a rhythmic, hypnotic silver light.
Haoran clicked his tongue, the sound sharp in the quiet air. Seriously, with this commotion, those people from the central region would surely send some people to check.
Although he wasn't afraid them, but it would be incredibly annoying.
"Qing'er, can you destroy that thing?" he commanded through their mental link.
