C2153 A Broken World

Desolates, humidity, loneliness, this is a broken world. This was the first feeling Dongfang Qingyu had after entering the gate. There were no birds singing, no rich spiritual energy, and no vigorous life force. Everything spoke of the main melody of death and the liveliness of the abbot's immortal mountain. It formed a sharp contrast.

A look of disappointment appeared in his eyes