Shen Luo struggled to open his eyes and looked around.
The first thing that caught his eye was a vast expanse of unfamiliar verdant mountain ranges, one towering peak connected to the next, covered with dense green forests, devoid of any sign of human habitation.
At this moment, he was lying in a valley filled with devastation, the ground riddled with pits large and small, some so deep they were several dozen feet wide, still emitting black smoke.
The mountain walls on both sides of the valley were the same, covered in cracks of all sizes, even one area where half of a mountain peak had collapsed, with countless fragments of stone tumbling into the valley to form a small mountain.
"What happened here? Could I have done this?" Shen Luo furrowed his brows, muttering to himself.
He only remembered that in the last moments when the desire to kill nearly took over his mind, he used Yimu Xuandun to leave Qinghua Mountain, and after that, he remembered nothing.