The speed of Dust Concealment in the Great Power Realm was extremely fast, piercing through clouds and fog, quickly returning to his own domain.
As he stepped into the Inner Heaven and Earth.
The scene before his eyes made his brows furrow into a line.
The Linglan River, spanning hundreds of miles, had already stopped flowing.
The forest on the outskirts was littered with countless scattered branches and leaves, and the ground was filled with chasms created by the aftermath of the battle. Many mountains that once soared into the sky had collapsed, and massive rocks had punched countless deep pits into the earth.
Wherever one looked, it was a scene of devastation.
"Abbot... this..."
The monk behind him changed color, a hint of nervousness appearing on his face.
"It's fine."
Dust Concealment, however, remained as steady as an old dog, knowing all along that someone had invaded Lingyin Temple; otherwise, the prohibition of the Subduing Dragon Hall would not have been triggered.
