Dingmao City.
The boundary between Dingmao City in the Divine Country and the worldly Dingmao City was no longer so clear.
The Sky Dome of the Divine Country had been torn apart and blown away, and it had not yet recovered.
And it seemed that it wouldn't recover anytime soon.
Qingyun had completely turned gray, like endless overcast skies, with the cloud layers getting lower and more oppressive.
The seven-story tower of the City God had collapsed, though its foundation remained intact. However, its true form and consciousness had been consumed by Yu Ziqing's sword.
This was a typical case of a forced execution.
In the city, a large amount of filth still lingered, something that the Earth Deity and the cultivators of the Incense Fire Dao could not afford to touch.
Even a slight contact could taint their path of cultivation, not fatal but worse than deadly.
To ruin one's future was more malicious than killing their parents.
