Chapter 14130: Destruction

Chapter 14130: Destruction
Beyond the mountain gate, the view suddenly opened up, but it was not the celestial scene I had imagined.

There were no misty, ethereal mountains, no crystal-clear springs, no joyful songs and laughter of mythical birds and beasts, but instead an endless, suffocating wasteland!

In those ruins, broken walls and rubble stood in rows, piled up like mountains, as if a fierce battle had just ended.

The ruins were filled with a pungent stench of decay and blood, making one want to vomit.

Occasionally, one can still see some mutilated corpses and weapons, as if telling the story of the past tragedy and devastation.

Standing atop the broken monument, gazing at the ruins before him, Ling Xiao felt a surge of sorrow and anger welling up within him.

He secretly vowed to find out the truth behind the destruction of the Twin Fiends Sect and to seek justice for those who had died.

The broken walls and ruins resemble the enormous and ferocious skeletons of ancient behemoths, silently and stubbornly pointing towards the gray and lightless sky, as if telling the heavens about their past glory and present desolation.

The broken palace foundations were relentlessly buried by layers upon layers of thick dust, just like the past sealed by time, making it difficult to find any trace of the past.

What is most shocking and chilling is that countless broken swords and knives are scattered among the ruins!

They lay like a group of abandoned warriors, alone and helpless on this barren land.

Some were stuck diagonally in the ground, their sword or knife hilts trembling slightly in the wind, as if emitting a final lament.

Some are half-buried in the dust, with only a section of the dull and lusterless sword or knife blade showing, as if struggling to break free from the shackles of the dust.
Some were broken into several pieces, scattered in various places, their former integrity and sharpness no longer present;
Some are covered in rust, those mottled rust marks like tears left by time, telling of endless vicissitudes...

This ruin is like a vast and desolate graveyard of swords and knives. Every broken sword and dagger carries a history of blood and fire, and every scar bears witness to a thrilling battle.

Most swords and blades have long lost their spiritual glimmer; their blades are dull and lifeless, like the most ordinary iron.

Clearly, under the erosion of unimaginably long years, even the sword spirits and saber spirits have completely withered and dissipated, leaving only empty shells, silently waiting to be forgotten in these ruins.

"Senior, is this... the Twin Fiends Sect you mentioned?"

As Ling Xiao gazed upon this ruin that had buried countless sharp edges, an indescribable sense of desolation welled up within him.

His voice was low and hoarse, with a slight, almost imperceptible tremor, as if he were shocked by the scene before him, or as if he were sighing for the former glory of this place.

"I never expected..."

For the first time, Lei Ling's voice revealed a clear sense of desolation and sigh. The voice seemed to come from a distant time and space, carrying endless vicissitudes and helplessness, "Even this place has become so desolate and dilapidated."

The once formidable and bustling Shuangsha Sect has fallen to such a state; truly, life is unpredictable.

Ling Xiao cautiously scanned his surroundings with his divine sense, like a keen cheetah searching for danger.

Aside from the omnipresent, chilling intent of death emanating from the sword, it was as if invisible eyes were watching him, sending chills down his spine, and leaving no trace of life.

Only the howling wind, like a mournful singer, swirls dust and weaves through broken swords and shattered walls, emitting a low, mournful sound, as if weeping for the souls lost in these ruins.

"Go in and have a look."

Lei Ling's voice returned to its usual indifference, as if the sigh just now was just an illusion.

But Ling Xiao knew that Lei Ling's heart must also be touched by the scene before it, but it was just used to hiding its emotions deep inside.

Ling Xiao obeyed, his figure gracefully descending like a light feather, slowly stepping on the thick dust and broken rubble.

With each step he took, a small cloud of dust rose up, as if the ruins were silently protesting against him.

He cautiously traversed this vast graveyard of swords, his heart filled with awe and vigilance.

Before long, a relatively intact ancient hall appeared deep within the ruins.

Although the walls of the main hall had some cracks and damage, the overall structure remained solid, as if showing the world its former strength and majesty.

In the square in front of the main hall, there stands a pair of huge stone sculptures.

The stone carvings were so lifelike that they looked like two giants guarding the main hall.

One of the stone sculptures holds a giant sword, its blade gleaming coldly. Despite the passage of time, one can still feel its former sharpness and majesty.
Another stone sculpture holds a long knife, the blade curved like the moon, exuding a cold aura.

Ling Xiao stood in the square, gazing up at the pair of stone sculptures, and a sense of awe welled up in his heart.

He knew that these stone sculptures must have once been symbols of the Shuangsha Gate, protecting this land and its people.

Today, although the Shuangsha Gate has fallen into ruin, these two stone sculptures still stand firm in their posts, silently guarding this wasteland.

One of the statues depicts a middle-aged man with a straight and upright posture, like a sharp blade about to be drawn, exuding unparalleled sharpness and strength.

Although the face was somewhat blurred, one could still vaguely see the former determination and majesty, and the eyes revealed an aura of control over the whole situation, as if he had once dominated this land and aweeded countless people.

However, at this moment, the statue appears extremely damaged, as if it had undergone a fierce battle.

Its arms were severed at the shoulders, the cuts jagged, as if they had been ripped off by an irresistible force.

A hideous, massive crack pierced through the chest, resembling a menacing dragon stretching from one shoulder to the other, as if cleaved by some terrifying force, prompting one to imagine the harrowing scene that unfolded.

The other statue is of a woman with a tall and upright figure. Although she appears delicate, she exudes a powerful aura, embodying the ideal of being gentle on the outside but strong on the inside.

Her posture was elegant and composed, as if she were guarding something important.

However, this statue is also severely damaged, even more so than the statue of the man.

Half of his body was severed, leaving only the other half of his body incomplete. The break was smooth and neat, as if it had been instantly cut off by a peerless divine weapon.

Both statues are covered with the marks of wind and frost, the chisel of time has left deep marks on them.

Its rough surface and mottled colors are like a tragic symbol forgotten in a corner of time, telling of past glory and present desolation.