In the white and barren plains forged of bones, there suddenly appeared a patch of green mist, and when viewed from the sky, it seemed conspicuously eye-catching.
Of course, this patch of green was neither grass nor flowers, but a dense and concentrated green mist.
If a spiritually aware, living person saw this green mist, they would surely avoid it with caution.
The skeletons wandering the White Bone Plain, already muddled, retained only a slight trace of spiritual wisdom, and for them, this area shrouded in green mist was no different from any other place.
Staggering skeletons loitered throughout this region, and as soon as they stepped into the realm covered by the green mist, their bodies silently dissolved into putrid liquid.
At the very center of the area enveloped by green mist sat the Emperor Pan Ancestor with legs crossed.
Waves of eerie black qi coiled around his body, and wherever the black qi spread on his frame, there were signs of withering.
