He watched as the Dao Foundation within his Purple Mansion—the vessel for his hopes from centuries of cultivation—was assaulted from both within and without.
It finally let out an unbearable, piercing sound like shattering glass and began to disintegrate piece by piece.
The last glimmer of reason in Wu Yushan's eyes was completely extinguished, replaced by the vicious madness of a man with no way out.
His Dao Foundation was shattering. His path to survival, severed!
A century of arduous cultivation had gone down the drain, his dream of Foundation Establishment reduced to dust.
He was even about to lose his life in this desolate, ruined city.
Endless resentment and despair erupted from within him.
"You won't let me live... so you can be buried with me!"
Wu Yushan let out a crazed roar, the muscles on his face twisting until his expression was as demonic as a ghost's.
In the next instant, he completely relinquished control of his Dao Foundation.
