Death Made Manifest, Bai Lin Wept

The sky was dim, like a trace of profound blue showing through the night, yet upon closer inspection, it carried the gray-black hue of utter deathly stillness.

The aura here was bizarre beyond measure, and there was not the slightest trace of spiritual energy. After entering this place, Qin Yang felt intensely uncomfortable, even more awkward than when he was in the void of outer space.

Spiritual energy was thin in outer space, but the radiance of the sun, moon, and stars was far more abundant. There was actually no shortage of all kinds of power.

This place was what true void should be like.

Even though his eyes could see the earth, his senses found only emptiness.

Qin Yang slowly descended from the sky, planted his feet upon the ground, and grabbed a handful of the black soil.

It looked like fertile black earth rich enough to squeeze oil from, yet in his perception, there was not half a trace of life within it. Not even weeds could grow here.

Though his feet were firmly planted on solid ground, he still felt strangely unsteady. There was even a faint unease, as though he had trespassed into somewhere he ought not to have entered.

Qin Yang loosened his hand and let the black sand flow through his fingers, slowly recalling this feeling.

After pondering it over and over, he finally confirmed that it felt like entering a dead person's tomb in the past.

It also resembled the Death World where the dungeon painting had been.

No, this feeling was far stronger than that.

This seemed to be the true world of the dead.

A world opposed to living beings.

It gave him an instinctive sense of discomfort.

He looked around, but there was no sign of Zhang Zhengyi.

There was