The Ancient Hall stood intact, yet ruins spread all around.
All present were astounded.
Whether it was Mo Jiwu from the Changxin Association and his companions, or Shen Hongming's group from Hokkaido, they were all shocked by the ancient ruins in the riverbed.
Even Sikong Xuan and his party from Donnan Valley stood staring in awe.
The deteriorating ruins bore marks of devastation.
Every dilapidated building, stone, weapon, and skeleton, combined with the aura of antiquity, clearly showed that this place had endured countless ages!
"In ancient times, what sect or power was this? What did it experience?"
"The treasure map we obtained only has the words Bai Dong, with no other clues!"
"However, during the wars in the Ancient Cultivation World, countless powers were swept into the fray, and numerous sects were destroyed. Pursuing what power was here is meaningless now!"
"We should first see what treasures are in that Ancient Hall!"
