The mist dissipated, revealing a wide and open road ahead.
However, at the end was a stretch of ruins, full of decay.
The sky was dim, the blood-stained remnants of walls.
As for the Holy Land, Lin Yan had long heard about it.
Here, the birds sang and flowers bloomed, white mist lingered, and there was an abundance of crops, divided into six cities and twenty-four towns, with over a hundred villages.
In the past, this place was almost like a world of its own, untouched by the Deceit Night's erosion, with no traces of Evil.
But now, a single glance showed a world shrouded in darkness, filled with a somber atmosphere, devoid of life.
"Master, something's not right." The little White Ape whispered, "Should we go in?"
"Since we're here, it was already known that something happened to the Saint Master; this scene isn't unexpected."
