There were regrets and helplessness in her eyes.

"Mr. Ye, according to the history of the Ancient Tianlong Sect, this place was once a place called Kanazawa City. It was famous for its ore. It was once one of the most commerce and trade centers in the Ancient Tianlong. Chambers of Commerce in various realms had stationed here, and the ore they exported was extremely purity. There was once a grand scene of mines in various realms... Unfortunately, nearly a thousand years ago, because the environment and resources of the Ancient Tianlong Sect were getting more and more exhausted, not only did the minerals in Kanazawa City, but other natural resources gradually declined. Those outside chambers of commerce and forces left one after another. Later, in order to survive, the local residents with a little ability in the city moved out in large numbers. The prosperous Kanazawa City, three hundred years ago, became a ruin that was deserted in the yellow sand."

A town can prosper and develop because of the aggregation of population and the transmission of resources, which complement each other and are indispensable.

Once one of the links declines, even the once unprecedented giant city will gradually decline and eventually disappear into this world.

Ye Qingyu stood with his hands behind his back.

Even though he saw countless ruins and villages along the way, the ancient ruined city in front of him was definitely not smaller than Xue Jing in the Tianhuang Realm in terms of scale and area. Unfortunately, he ended up like this, which made him sigh again and again. Since he came to the ancient realm of Tianlong, Ye Qingyu's heart has been heavier than ever before.

The lifespan of the realm is so terrible.

Every realm has a day of decline, and Tianhuang Realm cannot escape such a law of heaven and earth. If that day really comes, will Tianhuang Realm become like the Dragon Ancient Realm today? Will the creatures in Tianhuang Realm struggle like the human race in Tianlong Ancient Realm, waiting for the arrival of the end of the world in despair? And is there any way to reverse all this?

There is only sigh and compassion in Ye Qingyu's heart.

Everyone continued on the road.

After another stick of incense.

It is still in the wild desert, with wind and sand bleak.

Ye Qingyu stopped again.

This time, the one that appeared in front was not the ruins of the Giant City.

It is a small village that looks completely abandoned.

The reason Ye Qingyu stopped was because the village was located on the edge of the desert. The wind and sand that arrived here was relatively less. There were some bowls around the village, which looked like weathered, but there were still some trees with root edges left in the sand. It was much smaller than the previous ancient city of Jinze City, and less than a few miles in size. However, because of the remaining branches of the trees, Ye Qingyu's eyes lit up and seemed to feel a ray of life.

Qin Hui on the other side was also happy.

Could this be a surviving human village, maybe there are still living people in the middle of the town?

Several people slowed down and walked towards the depths of the village with hope.

Along the way, he found that the entire village was extremely simple, with only a few dozen rooms, and they were all built with simple rock blocks. Although they were dilapidated and simple, covered by wind and sand, the degree of damage was relatively small. Obviously, there were still people living here in recent years, but I didn’t encounter any figure along the way. The houses were empty, there was no door panel, and the house was half filled with yellow sand...

"Where are people?"

"It won't be..."

A feeling of inadequacy arose in Ye Qingyu's heart.

He did not use his spiritual sense to observe.

I simply don’t want to do this... Maybe it’s because I haven’t given up and I’m lucky enough to find a living person.

Walked for a while.

Ye Qingyu suddenly stopped and his whole body was inexplicably stiff.

Qin Hui, Luo Yi and Daigou Xiaojiu, who were unknown behind him, were slightly stunned, and took a few steps forward, and were immediately stunned by the scene.

Less than fifty meters away from them, there is a well made of yellow rock blocks.

And the surroundings of the well were densely packed with mummies.

Among these corpses, there were young men and women, old men and children, some of which were affected by wind and sand and gradually became shriveled, while others exposed some of the bones. Although they had dried up, their faces were still vaguely visible. Some of them looked very ferocious, as if they were struggling with something, while some of their eyes were dry and dark, seemed to reveal a strong desire in their eyes. Some of them looked old and left endless despair and pain on their faces.

The only thing that is the same is that these dead are all human races.

Moreover, they are basically ordinary people without the slightest energy.

Ye Qingyu walked a few more steps forward.

At first glance, he found that the dead villagers were still holding some broken ceramic clay pots and some yellow mud-fired coarse bowls. Everyone, men, women, young and old, seemed to be crawling in the same direction at the last moment before they were dying. It can even be said that they were trying their best to move their bodies and step closer to that direction.

The direction pointed by the mummy bodies was the well in the middle of the village.

Next to the well, there were also densely filled with mummies, hundreds of them stacked up and down, like hills. This kind of scene was simply terrible.

"These people were all thirsty."

Ye Qingyu had guessed what he had already guessed.

He walked over and came to the ancient well. When he looked, he found that the well was more than 30 meters deep and was far away, but there was no water below. The mud and sand at the bottom of the well were a little wet, but it could no longer come out of water...

Ye Qingyu was sad and angry.

At this time, his spiritual consciousness was finally covered, and the appearance of the entire village was reflected in his mind.

The village is not big, less than five miles in radius, dozens of wells, varying in depth, and the others have completely dried up. Only this well is dug in the center, and the bottom of the well is slightly moist. It can be imagined that the people in this village have persisted until the end and ended at the last well. The men, women, young and old in the village gathered in front of the last thousand-year-old well, hoping that God would mercy. This ancient well that has blessed the village for thousands of years can water again. Unfortunately, their fate is ruthless. They were all thirsty and hungry to death by the wellhead... The whole village died because of this.

Judging from the conditions of these dead bodies, Ye Qingyu could probably infer that the last villager should have died half a month ago.

If I could come earlier...

Ye Qingyu was a little guilty, but he was helpless.

The saint's supernatural powers seem a little weak in the face of the power of heaven and earth.

The villagers in this village are kind and tenacious. Before they die, they still maintain order. There is no chaotic killing and fighting in front of the last source of water. If you look closely, the old, weak, women and children will die at the edge of the wellhead. Young and middle-aged people will be ranked at the back. At the last moment of their lives, they still adhere to the virtues and bottom limits of the human race and give the weak the opportunity to survive.

This is what shocked and saddled Ye Qingyu the most.

They are just ordinary people, why can't such a good person survive?

But those rebellions of the Ancient Tianlong Sect, those ambitious and thieves, lived well?

Ye Qingyu looked at the vast world from afar, and the murderous intent in his eyes was like lightning brewing.

"One day, the knife will be in hand and kill all the dirty and hearted dogs in the world!"

Ye Qingyu has a great wish.

At this moment, the heaven and earth in the ancient world of Tianlong changed color.

A hurricane blew, rolling up the yellow sand that pounced on the sky like a wave, submerging the entire village. The ancient well and the corpses were buried below. Ye Qingyu took Qin Hui and others away, and still looked back a hundred miles away, sighing and praying in his heart: "I hope you rest in peace underground!"

...

The desert is vast, vast and mysterious.

You can never guess what kind of history and civilization was buried under the long yellow sand.

Just when Ye Qingyu was dying because of the miserable situation of that nameless small village, some people were struggling to support and wait in the ruins of an ancient city about five thousand miles away from their group's destination Yuye City.

The ruins of this ancient city stand on the boundless Gobi Desert, like a giant abandoned by the times but still stands proudly. Although it is already a ruin, you can still hear the prosperity and glory of this giant city from the cracked walls and rock walls that come by and go with the wind.

The dilapidated gatehouse has long been weathered, and the collapsed rock blocks and broken stone walls can still be vaguely pieced together these solemn and grand characters [Lifeng City].

It is called Lifeng City.

More than two thousand years ago, it was once a giant city with abundant water and grass, rich resources and prosperous population.

But now it is like Kanze City, and it is almost buried in the yellow sand. It was once as prosperous and famous as the old man walking on the rotten wood. Lifeng City, standing lonely on the Gobi Desert, has become an ancient city ruins that can only wait for the wind, sand and dust to gradually bury itself completely and are forgotten by history.

Lifeng City North.

Next to a low semi-arch building, hundreds of human races who look embarrassed and haggard.

Among them were old men with white heads, yellow dust, ragged clothes, and haggard faces, and dusty faces, and women with long worn skirts, and shoes on their feet were almost unable to cover their feet. They also had bloody cuts in their mother's arms because of their waxy faces and their lips were ripped. Because of their hunger and thirst, they hid in their mother's arms and sobbed endlessly.

"Mom...I'm thirsty..." A little boy, about four or five, was huddled in his mother's arms, as if he was muttering, and weakly longing.

"Hold on, let's bear it... Uncle Luo and the others are coming back soon... When they come back, there will be water..." The mother comforted her gently, her eyes were a little hollow, she looked at the direction of the door, and then gently kissed the child's cracked lips, as if she wanted to feed a little saliva to moisten his mouth, but at this moment her lips were already dry and her throat was so dry that she couldn't even speak clearly, just like a ball of fire was stuffed into her throat, and smoke kept coming out-

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