This was an exceptionally shattered world, ancient and desolate auras permeating the heavens and earth.
The sky was dim and yellow, while on the distant horizon, the setting sun itself seemed to be fragmented, emitting a faint glow.
Across the earth, ravines that seemed to have no end split it apart like abysses. The deep, pitch-black chasms seemed bottomless, and that endless darkness made one's hair stand on end.
This world seemed to have been forcibly crushed by a terrifying giant hand, destroying all life and laws within it.
"Is this one of the battlefields where the Great Thousand World and the Outer Realm Evil Race fought during ancient times?"
On a solitary mountaintop, Mo Yu, Lin Dong, and Ling Qingzhu stood together. As they gazed at the shattered world before them, looks of astonishment involuntarily appeared on their faces.
Especially when they saw that, in the distant sky, even the mountain peaks that had originally stood upon the earth were drifting with the wind, their pupils shrank slightly.
That was because the laws of this world had been shattered, causing up to become not up and down to become not down. Space was inverted, and even the most fundamental laws had lost their effect.
"This world gives off such a powerful sense of oppression that it's difficult to breathe." Ling Qingzhu's pretty face was solemn.
In a place like this, even fighting would probably consume far more spiritual energy than in the Great Thousand World, because they also had to constantly resist that omnipresent pressure.
"Quite a few Heavenly Sovereigns fell here in the past. Although they've long since died, some remnants of their auras likely remain. Those auras have merged into this shattered world, which is why we can feel the pressure." Mo Yu spoke softly.
"It truly