As Zong Shen spoke, his eyes looked directly towards the cave.

The territory of the Continent of Ten Thousand Gods is really too large.

It took most of the day to get from Ziya Prefecture to Nanyang Prefecture, even if it meant tearing through space and crossing the void.

If you only rely on physical flight, it will take at least half a year to cross a state.

The girl walked out of the void crack and let go of the boy's clothes.

Looking around here curiously.

She is Zong Shen’s great-granddaughter, Zong Tianyue.

Logically, a place that can give birth to such a blessing should be prosperous and full of blessings.

But it's a mess here.

Not far away, there was a mortal sect, and everyone was crawling on the ground and trembling.

There was only numbness and fear on everyone's face, without a trace of hope or vitality.

There was a village behind the mountain, where blood flowed like a river and corpses were scattered everywhere...

It's like hell on earth.

There is no sign of prosperity at all.

"Ancestor... why is it here..."

Zong Tianyue followed Zong Shen all the way, but didn't see any sign of life.

The two of them walked into Lingyun Pavilion so blatantly, and no one came forward to ask them questions.

They are alive.

They are equivalent to being dead.

This place must have been shrouded in some great terror.

In Nanyang Province, even in the most difficult and remote places, the mortal residents there have not turned into such zombies.

"Ancestor... have we really found the right place?"

Zong Shen took her little hand.

Said softly.

"Child, not all places in this world look like what you see in the Holy Land."