The burial ground remains unchanged.
A dead, suffocating wind blows, carrying an oppressive aura of death.
The blood-colored ground, at least made from the bones of immortal corpses, feels especially horrifying underfoot.
Scattered across the land are broken bones and remnants of corpses, silently reminding everyone that this is not a hospitable place.
How inhospitable is it?
When the word "burial ground" spilled from Zuoqiu Heng's mouth with a horrified tone, the three people in red dresses and black clothes, even before confirming whether this was indeed the burial ground, turned pale as paper.
Huang Er, who had been trailing in the hidden void, recognized this place as the burial ground with his extraordinary insight, and was so shocked that he manifested, almost dropping his eyeballs.
The only ones who remained calm were the god Hou Yu, who knew nothing, and Xie Tian, who knew a little of everything.
Xie Tian even saw a familiar bone on the ground.
