Chapter 1095: What is Love 3

This is the seat of a great sect.

This is a place that once dominated the world and stood at the highest end of the continent.

Along the way, the Zongmen Tower, the martial arts land, the trial stone, the meeting room, the former sect ...... Many times more atmospheric than the Seagod Sect, the various Qionglou Yuyu stood quietly.

In this peaceful space, there was a lonely silence.

There was no loud voice, only silence.

The group walked slowly along the path of the Ethereal Clan's sect.

The dusty world is isolated, the vastness is still the same, and the frost is noble.

Luo Yu walked slowly, looked at the huge martial arts training ground in front of him, and looked at the countless children's pavilions.

In that silence, Luo Yu could almost feel the splendor and prosperity of the past.

I can faintly hear the excitement of countless children sweating and running on this.

And at this point, there is nothing left.

Only this attic is still there, but it has changed beyond recognition.

What I didn't feel was the boundless domineering spirit of the Ethereal Clan, and the still remnants of looking down on the common people like Cloud Killing Sky and Sea Ink Wind.

What Luo Yu felt was a kind of sadness.

A kind of sadness from prosperity to loneliness.

Sighing softly and silently, Luo Yu shook his head slightly.

The sea ink wind beside him didn't pay attention, but Yun Jitian turned his head slightly and glanced at Luo Yu, and there was a flash of surprise in his eyes, as well as profundity.

Passing through the front hall to welcome the living room, among the verdant mountains behind, the palace of the primary color is faintly revealed.

Luo Yu and the others walked towards the next line together.

Turning a few side halls, walking through the huge bamboo forest, but going forward again came to a mountain stream.

A purple-gold bridge on the mountain stream connects the protruding peaks on both sides of the mountain stream, and under the purple-gold bridge is a bottomless mountain stream.

And the palace in the primary colors is ahead.

The already serious and silent crowd suddenly became more serious and cautious.

Walking across the Purple Stone Bridge, a long white jade staircase spreads out, like a ladder of heaven, slanting up, almost invisible at a glance.

There was no sound, falling feathers, clouds killing the sky, sea ink wind, taking the lead, Xiaoyin, Xiaohong and a few others followed.

Nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine steps,