A narrow fissure.
The sky was ashen, like before a snowstorm. Beneath the Heavenly Abyss, it seemed as though dreadful beasts were growling lowly, a sound chilling to the soul. Moreover, wisps of strange energies fluttered through the void.
Behind was a spatial barrier, a unique space that was impossible to exit.
Ahead stood a stele, half a man's height.
Wang Mu walked over and took a look.
"Feeling Severing Abyss."
"Loved for a hundred years, yet it could not withstand a single moment of the Sword Dao. Even as bones, you never saw me again."
"After my death, my Primordial Spirit undying, my will unfading, I shall curse you for all eternity..."
A few lines of small script, brimming with resentment that pierced the heavens, were engraved upon it.
Looking at it this way, this place also has its own story... Wang Mu sighed. But the Spiritual Energy here is indeed rich beyond compare...
The Spiritual Energy here was more than ten times as abundant as in the outside world.
