The green mountain was no longer there… It had become a bare and dead mountain.

The water was no longer clear and gave off a foul smell...

Even the wind that blew by was filled with sorrow and the smell of decay.

Also, the intricate pavilions were covered in dust. They had lost their sense of vitality and looked fallen.

The stone steps that led up the mountains were mostly damaged. The howling wind played a sad tone.

Those Dong Lin Sect disciples Wang Lin had seen walking through the sect became skeletons scattered across the square, pavilions, and stone steps. They had long decayed and only skeletons remained.

The Dong Lin Sect disciples inside the residences that were sitting there cultivating were all the same. They were merely skeletons...

This was a dead sect!

There was no trace of vitality and it was filled with a powerful death aura...

But there was a dream that existed over this powerful death aura. This dream contained the illusion of the countless people that had died here. It...