After an unknown amount of time, a sliver of light appeared ahead.
Chen Guan crawled out from underground, only to realize the place he left was an ancient well.
His gaze swept over the surroundings; the area was filled with old, ruined houses, all small and made of piled stones.
The ground was also paved with stones, and perhaps due to the wear and tear over time and foot traffic, it was very smooth but still uneven.
Chen Guan, with Fu Tianji, walked around the village. It was quite large, with hundreds of households, yet every door was tightly shut, and not a soul was seen.
The village was deathly silent, with not a hint of life.
Outside the village was an endless plain. Apart from this village, there was nothing for miles around to obstruct the view.
Chen Guan used the Pure Yang Sword Immortal to fly up and take a look. Indeed, there was no other village nearby.
