Clutching the cold, ancient Secret Realm Token, Night Falcon felt a powerful spatial pull coming from it, irresistible.
He and the other forty-nine figures transformed into streaks of light, like moths flying into a flame, and shot toward the thousand-zhang-tall Gate of the Night God, which streamed with chaotic dark lightning.
The instant they passed through the light gate, there was none of the violent tearing or dizziness they had imagined.
It was as if they had merely passed through a thin curtain of water, yet the scene before them had already undergone a world-shaking transformation.
The Night God Secret Realm.
This was not an independent space or shattered continent in the ordinary sense, but a bizarre world seemingly created by forcibly blending the most primordial darkness and chaos together.
The sky was eternally dark gray. There were no sun, moon, or stars, only twisted, writhing dark clouds that seemed almost alive. Occasionally, ghastly pale or dark-purple lightning silently tore across the sky, illuminating the bizarre land below.
The air was heavy and viscous, filled with dense yet violent dark spiritual energy. Fragments of various negative emotions were mixed within it, along with an ancient, unchanging desolation and deathly stillness. Anyone who inhaled it had to refine it carefully, or it could easily affect the mind.
The earth was a sickly blend of dark red and deep black, and its terrain was extremely distorted.
There were black peaks towering into the clouds like ferocious fangs, their slopes covered in dark-red veins that pulsed like blood vessels. There were bottomless rifts that steamed with corrosive black mist, from whose depths came faint, hair-raising sounds of gnawing.
There were vast, boundless plains covered in shadowy plants that constantly twisted and writhed as if alive. There were also shattered continents and islands floating