Before them lay ruins, broken walls, and debris everywhere.
Jiu Bailu watched from behind as Mu Fusheng stretched his divine sense to its limits. She marveled at the enhanced power of his soul and asked, "Is it still possible to find any clues here? It's already so damaged."
Whether intentionally or not, without turning his head, Mu Fusheng responded, "Everyone's understanding of the Ascending God Ruins is very limited; perhaps only top academies know slightly more, but we merely know the basics. Moving forward rashly isn't good, so we still need to grasp some clues. Otherwise, roaming around here like headless flies would simply waste our energy."
Jiu Bailu whispered, "But in such a place, could there really be any clues?"
"Since there was a battle here, there was inevitably some interest involved." Mu Fusheng's mind was clear as he explained, "Wherever a battle occurs, there are traces to be found."
Jiu Bailu nodded.
That made sense, and it was something she had overlooked.