a Man Like None Other Chapter 7153 Ruins
After passing through layers of celestial barriers, the dark void before our eyes suddenly brightened.
Compared to the devastated and ravaged Twenty-Sixth Heaven, the Twenty-Seventh Heaven possesses abundant spiritual energy, a complete and stable set of rules governing heaven and earth, beautiful mountains and rivers, and a clear sky, displaying the magnificent atmosphere of a top-tier heavenly realm.
This place is a gathering place for high-level cultivators from all over the heavens. There are numerous sects, powerful figures, and strict order. It is far superior to the newly reborn Twenty-Sixth Heaven.
“The Twenty-Seventh Heaven, it’s been a long time.”
David murmured to himself, the languidness in his eyes fading slightly, replaced by a more serious expression.
Ling Xiyue held his sleeve tightly, curiously looking around at this brand new world, her eyes full of novelty, but she was also sensible enough not to say anything and disturb him.
Jiang Xuelan stood quietly by his side, her eyes gentle, silently accompanying him, knowing that he had something important on his mind.
The three of them landed slowly and stepped into the bustling territory of Wandao City.
David once lurked here for a long time and was extremely familiar with this city.
Wandao City was built upon the foundation of Wanfa Heavenly Palace. In the past, it was a bustling city with a constant flow of carriages and cultivators, a scene of great prosperity and flourishing. Disciples of Wanfa Heavenly Palace could be seen coming and going everywhere, exuding an extraordinary air.
But as David stepped into the city today, his heart sank.
The city still seemed bustling, but it lacked the confidence and splendor that once belonged to the Myriad Laws Heavenly Palace.
The streets were no longer filled with the gentle and refined disciples of the Heavenly Palace, dressed in white. Instead, cultivators from various unfamiliar sects roamed about, their auras mixed and carrying a hint of domineering arrogance.
Damaged palaces and pavilions can be seen everywhere in the city. Old cracks from battles and dried bloodstains remain on the stone steps at the corners of the walls, and a trace of murderous aura still lingers in the air.
Something’s not right.
The thought had barely formed in my mind when a slender, familiar figure hurried past the street corner, looking flustered and walking quickly, her brows furrowed with anxiety and unease.
It’s Luo Xiaoqi.
The young cultivator he had saved in the past.
At this moment, Luo Xiaoqi’s clothes were worn and her hair was slightly disheveled. Her eyes were filled with exhaustion and fear, and she was all alone, walking hurriedly, as if she was deliberately avoiding something.
“Xiao Qi”.
David spoke softly.
Upon hearing the sound, Luo Xiaoqi froze and turned her head sharply to look.
When he saw the familiar figure in green robes, he was first stunned and stood there blankly. Then his eyes instantly turned red, and the grievances and fear that had been building up for so long surged up.