Heaven Moon Realm, Cold Moon Continent.
In the Cold Moon Mountain Range, Bian Lang stood at the top of a high peak, looking at a scorched land with a cold gaze.
Dozens of Cold Moon Clan cultivators stood by, with expressions of sorrow and grief.
"Elder Bian, we have searched thoroughly. Not a single corpse was left behind; buildings and formations have been destroyed. The enemy did a clean job, leaving no traces at all."
A portly golden-robed old man said cautiously.
"How could the clan be exterminated when there are four Mahayana cultivators stationed in the Heaven Moon Realm? Guan Xin, can we still contact any other Mahayana from our clan?"
Bian Lang said with a frown.
"We can't reach them. However, Elder Bian, you had ordered us to collect the maps of Qihong Cave."
Guan Xin reported truthfully.
When the incident occurred, he was out on a task and narrowly escaped the catastrophe.
"Collect maps of Qihong Cave? What's so special about Qihong Cave?"
