The Cyan Cloud Sect was gone.
It happened suddenly, catching everyone off guard.
Normally, as one of the three Major Sects of Hezhou, one wouldn't expect it to last for millennia, but it made no sense for it to just... vanish.
But when Xiao Chen moved against the tide of people and arrived outside Qingxiao Mountain, he saw a heart-stopping, dizzying sight: steep cliffs jutted out where the landscape had been torn open, and water hung suspended in the air, with nowhere to fall.
A massive amount of pitch-black Demonic Qi surged into the sky, transforming a ninety-nine-li radius into a Demon Realm devoid of any Spiritual Qi.
The concentration of Spiritual Qi was frighteningly low for two to three hundred li around, and it was still slowly dropping.
If left unchecked, the entire region might one day become a barren wasteland.
"This..."
Xiao Chen was a bit stunned. He'd come all the way to Hezhou, yet he hadn't even had a chance to interact with the Cyan Cloud Sect.
