Tianhuang Mountain, the mountain gate of the Qianyuandao Sect, now lay in ruins.
Broken stone pillars were slanted into the earth, the remnants of the cracked palace scattered in all directions, and on the ground were countless grooves of varying depth.
These were the traces left by the battle between Yuanji and Shi Qiu Daoist, and even after three months, one could still feel the heart-palpitating remnants of primordial qi.
A group of Qian Yuan Sect disciples, clad in cyan Daoist robes, were busily shuttling through the ruins, transporting stones and wood, rebuilding the sect.
Each one was drenched in sweat, yet their faces carried a mix of solemnity and fatigue.
