C56 056 Master Is in Closed Door Cultivation Again

— — Northwest

The surroundings were in a complete mess. Other than the broken rocks and the marks left from the battle, there were no other marks left behind by anyone.

There were no buildings, no roads, no human industrial civilization.

Lee Zong stood at the edge of the pit, the howling wind made his clothes flutter, and his back revealed a trace of an indescribable loneliness