Chapter 889: Sadness Accompanies Disasters (2/2)
More than three immortals had unleashed their Land Incarnations and messed up the laws in the area, causing irreparable damage to the Windless Lake. Right now, it was just a swampy mush that emitted pungent bubbles that burst within a couple of seconds.
Not only that but the concentration of Godly Energy in it was pitiful, far inferior even when compared to the other places. Moreover, faint poison circulated within the bubbles, turning them dangerous to be swallowed by cultivators.
Cultivator jumped from the ring spirit and landed on the ground with a thud. He arrived before the swampy mush as he dipped his hand into it, seeing the poison in it creep up his arm. He emitted a faint green light before dispelling the poison, noticing the fairly concentrated Godly Energy that remained behind.
After a sigh of relief, he commented, ”Phew. They actually didn't cripple this place. They only ensured to keep this place damaged for a set duration.”
He then sensed the area using his Divine Sense as he went around, inspecting the region for a couple of hours before relaying his conjecture, ”Based on my guess, this place would start recovering after a century and would return to its pristine condition within two to three centuries. In other words, it's not permanently damaged.”
”Good play, Zamuria.” Cultivator laughed as he said, ”You just saved yourself from getting destroyed by me.”
Unwilling to damage the place any further, Cultivator controlled himself as he took in deep breaths. After some time passed, he jumped and landed on the ring spirit, making it fly once again.
”Sorry about that,” Cultivator said after some time had passed, expressing his apology. ”I appraised the place, only to make you see this.”
”It's fine. I thought something like this might happen,” Krune sighed with a hint of melancholy as he replied. ”This is a valuable resource point, after all. Enemy troops would be able to rest and recover their Godly Energy using this place. So, it's no wonder the Zamuria Empire did this.”
”I can understand their situation,” Cultivator said as he patted his pouch, causing the voices from within to die down. ”Though, that doesn't mean I can relate to their actions.”
”Let's…just focus on reaching Huken City, then,” Krune said as he looked over, noticing even the terrain below had been considerably damaged. Anything of value was already taken. In the end, there was nothing they could do at the moment. At the very least, the area would recover by itself after.
The leftovers were things whose value wasn't worth spending their time upon. Thus, the army hadn't bothered to disturb them. Then again, everything was relative. So, even the rock with the least value was still valuable to weak soldiers in the army, so they looted it in turn.
As it wasn't of much value, the higher-ups let it slide, allowing the soldiers to pocket them. This way, the soldiers were happy, and the higher-ups let it slide since it increased their army morale. The end result of that was what lay before Krune.
After a couple of days, they came across a mountain, and situated atop it was a small city. Surprisingly, it was still there as the terrain was steep and treacherous.
There only existed one way to enter and leave the city.
As the ring spirit flew over, they noticed people in the city were in a rush. Most of the shops were being closed as the shopkeepers stuffed all their goods in their respective storage rings. When they were a certain height away, Cultivator retracted the ring spirit, causing the two of them to fall towards the ground.
Thanks to their constitutions, they landed safely. Unsurprisingly, the loud thud caused by their fall startled the merchants, who looked their way immediately.
Banking on their imposing entry, Cultivator looked at a nearby merchant and asked, ”Why are you guys leaving all of a sudden?”
”Sir…are you…”
Krune understood the issue at hand and eased the merchant's worries, ”We're part of this continent.”
”Thank heavens.” The merchant heaved a sigh of relief as he pointed at a massive crater in the center of their city, soon explaining, ”Recently, too many cultivators have been coming to the Four Sector's Border Region because of the Sub-Realm. We judged it was still a good time to maintain our business. After all, we still had some more time to flee before the massive war erupts.”
”But...” His tone turned sad as he continued, ”Some foreign cultivators appeared here, killed our entire band of guards, and even looted all our precious goods. When they left, another batch came and stole many other goods.”
”And finally...” He shivered in fear as he stammered, ”The third group looted us of all our God Stones. If we stay any longer, even going into debt wouldn't allow us to make a living anymore.”
After saying his piece, the merchant began to bawl like a baby. Hearing his cries, the other merchants also shed tears of injustice. But no matter what, they set their feelings aside and packed their belongings, forced to vacate the city they had built from scratch.