Chongyun Mountain, the ancestral land of the Lin Clan.
Assembly Hall.
Lin Tunan, with his hair white and eyes somewhat cloudy, was handling affairs.
Before long.
A communication talisman brought news.
"Hmm?!"
Lin Tunan's pupils suddenly contracted to the extreme, and he hurriedly rode the escape light toward Linglong Immortal City.
Before long.
He arrived at the Treasure Pavilion.
Where Lin Tunan's divine thought reached, it was a purgatory scene!
The main building of the Chongyun Treasure Pavilion, operated for a hundred years.
Had already collapsed by more than half!
Thick smoke, carrying sparks, shot straight into the sky.
Dozens of huge cracks ran through the entire street, the air filled with the pungent smell of scorching and a thick scent of blood.
Sweeping through carefully with divine sense.
Lin Tunan barely recognized a few auras of those who had perished, including the juniors he had the highest hopes for.
All fallen!
"Ah—!!!"