After leaving the Cloud Mist Mountain Range, Qi Ping went to a few gathering places of ordinary cultivators and some mortal families.
The places that were once bustling with life and smoke are now almost deserted, with only a few remaining inhabitants.
In some places, there were even corpses, gnawed to the point where only bleached bones remained.
Even more desolate was that in such villages, these bones were left uncollected, piled where they fell as if death had claimed them there.
These bone remains included cultivators, mortals; adults, and children alike.
Yet under the threat of demonic insects, there seemed to be no distinction, all are merely food for the insects...
Qi Ping initially thought the Cloud Mist Mountain Range was bleak enough, but seeing these small villages, he finally understood what it meant to be a world in despair, what it meant to be deathly silent.
There weren't even a few living people left!
