Dark Moon Star and Extreme Cold Star shone against each other in the sky. On the ground, within a vast forest spanning millions of square kilometers, boundless black mist shrouded the land.
The black trees in the forest stood a thousand meters tall, and the black mist rose a thousand meters high as well. Gales ravaged the region, yet they could not stir the mist at all, as if it had been glued to the forest.
Ordinary people did not understand this black mist, but Lu Yang felt an innate affinity for it. He knew that it was not black fog at all, but resentment emitted by countless vengeful souls.
The resentment had accumulated to such an extreme density that it had taken on this tangible black form.
Even Lu Yang could not help sucking in a cold breath. Touching the black resentment with his arm, he asked, "How many living beings died here? How could the resentment be this overwhelming?"
Life Ancestor looked over the forest, fury and hatred filling his eyes. He said, "According to my clan's records, twelve thousand empires rose here one after another, and each of them had a population of tens of millions."
Lu Yang frowned and asked, "Was there some special reason? Why did they all establish empires here? There is no natural defense around it, and it is an area illuminated by two stars."
The first-generation Demon Gods had all fallen after High Priests were corrupted. They were single-element Demon Gods, so a region like this was absolutely unsuitable for them to inhabit.
Death Ancestor said, "We guessed you would ask that question, and we have decided to tell you this secret."
"In the heart of this forest lies a Great Rift called the Endless Abyss. The first-generation Demon Gods discovered that