The Imperial Palace behind Yunqin Emperor was incredibly ruined. The Central Continent City before him, many of its streets and alleys were also in a bit of a ruined state because of the previous Jiang Family, Zhong Family, and now battle against Wen Xuanshu.

There were some collapsed houses that were even covered in dried grass, giving one a type of abandoned and overgrown feeling.

However, Yunqin Emperor instead felt exceptionally satisfied.

Without destruction there can be no construction.

In his opinion, this was a new city, a new world.

It was just like the bugs that the white clothed scholar released in the end. With life, there would be death, then new life, and then that would also signify death.

There were too many elders who died. Only then was this brand new world formed before Changsun Jinse’s eyes.

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Time flies like an arrow.

Deep into autumn, Purgatory Mountain’s temperature also finally dropped a bit.

Zhang Ping held a black and red colored document in his hands. His expression became extremely pale, his body continuously trembling.

While shaking, the slightly blue blood vessels under his skin bulged like streaks of runes, asa if they were going to come...