Over seventy people stood on the unadorned ancient teleportation platform. No matter which direction they looked—up, down, left, or right—all they could see were floating world fragments.
The terrifying wind mixed with the symphony of collisions, sometimes majestic and overwhelming, sometimes twisting and intricate.
"Is this the Ruins Realm?" Lan Shanying thought to himself, the name certainly matches. Why are there so many ruins? What is Yun Li doing in a place like this? Is he really trapped somewhere? Given the terrifying nature of this wind, could it be that he's met a dire fate?
"Whew~"
A gust of wind blew past, and the Demon Cultivators who were murmuring in curiosity and shock suddenly fell silent for a few seconds.
