Recalling the piercing loneliness he had once felt from his bloodline, Yuan Guanghai immediately realized something.
"What exactly happened to the Funiu Sword Pavilion…"
Piecing together everything he had seen earlier on the road, Roger grasped that this was no mere consequence of a few Divine Masters attacking.
One person came to mind.
The Tengu Divine Master.
"Follow me!"
The scenery blurred by at an incredible speed. Before long, Roger arrived at the base of Qinglu Mountain. Up close, he could feel the profound transformation of the entire peak—the collapse had not yet ceased. Closing the distance further, it felt to him as if what had been destroyed was not merely a mountain.
But rather a person waiting for death.
"Who's there?"
A few figures blocked Roger and his companion's path. Looking up, their appearance reminded Roger of creatures he had once seen in the Land of Eternal Darkness.
