The surrounding landscape swiftly passed by as they proceeded.
Wang Ba made sure to conduct a sweeping spiritual sense to ensure there were no incense-burning Dao cultivators nearby, while paying no emotional tribute to the once flourishing terrain that had been ruined by cultivators.
High mountains, fertile farms, and houses were now nothing more than broken walls and ruins.
There were ditches and pits everywhere.
The residues of the aura leftover from the cultivators' battles lingered.
To cultivators, perhaps these were nothing noteworthy.
Wang Ba felt inexplicably heavy-hearted.
He was no saint, but seeing the scene before him, he felt a wave of unexplained sorrow.
However, he had no time to sigh.
Quickly, his face turned grave:
"Hide yourselves!"
His spiritual sense had detected three class I incense-burning Dao cultivators dressed in bright red garb fast approaching from a nearby distance.