Chapter 575 (2/2)

The odd bird would fly through the sky looking lost.

Shao Xuan and the rest didn’t see anyone on their way back to the old haunt.

“This is it.” Shao Xuan stopped and looked to the front.

“Here? You’re saying this is our old haunt?! How is this possible!?”

Ao was utterly shocked. His eyes were filled with fear as he scanned the area.

In front of them was a rather flat piece of land covered in ash. It resembled a desert. This was their homeland?!

Ao started to tremble.

Shao Xuan stepped forward and pierced his sword into the deep layer of ash to flick it up.

There was unidentifiable gravel in the ground with some brown from dried blood. It could have come from the beasts that fled the forest or the wanderers who stayed in the homeland.

Shao Xuan looked through the layer of ash to see the situation below.

Most of the areas that bulged up were just stones from buildings, some were corpses of dead animals.

The beasts that ruled the forests were all defenceless against nature here.

Maybe there were still some beasts that survived the disaster but the Flaming Horn warriors were too preoccupied with looking at their homeland. There could be a place in the forest for them to call home but their homeland wasn’t one of those places.

There was a pungent smell coming from the ground. Shao Xuan grabbed a stone pillar and looked at it. If it wasn’t the pattern on the pillar, Shao Xuan wouldn’t even have recognised it.

It was the pillar he personally carved. It had fallen and smashed into a thousand pieces.

This was worse than what their ancestors had faced!

When their ancestors left, there were changes in the area but most of their items were still there. However, in this case, nothing was intact, everything was ruined!

The whole area was gone!

Four years of hard work, gone.

The dense forest and tall mountains, gone.

It was just a pile of dirt left.

Ao who was calm this whole time couldn’t help but weep. Some warriors cried too.

Pitter-patter! Pitter-patter!

The rain came pouring down in an instant.

The raindrops fell onto the ground, flicking up dust as they did.

The rain washed away the grey smog in the sky. Some grey droplets landed on Shao Xuan leaving a trail as it continued its journey downwards.

The twenty people stood in the rain for nearly an hour. Then, they prayed to the ground, bidding this place farewell. Perhaps they wouldn’t be able to return to this place in their lifetime but maybe one day their descendants would revive this place once more.

The rain got heavier as time went on, the ground became mud. The line of people praying on the ground was covered in mud but they didn’t care.