A gray haze shrouds the sky, its reality indistinguishable.
Below, lies an endless expanse of ruins. Crumbling walls, shattered tiles, and broken bricks; all enveloped in the weight of deathly air.
"Is this the city the Mu Clan once owned?" Mu Qingge murmured.
The High Priest nodded silently.
A silver streak flew back, landing beside Mu Qingge, transforming into Yin Chen. He said to Mu Qingge, "Qingge, this radius of a thousand miles is all ruins, except for somewhere around nine hundred miles east, where there's activity."
"Hmm." Mu Qingge nodded almost imperceptibly.
"Once, the Mu Clan had countless vassals, who built cities surrounding the Nine Heavens, each new city more than the last." The High Priest sighed.
A millennium later, he returned to this land only to witness such desolation, evoking a flood of complex emotions.
