However, precisely because of this, Huo Yuhao became even more certain of one thing.
Slaughter City had likely been the Rakshasa God's territory from the very beginning, and the Shura God and the Rakshasa God probably had some minor conflict between them.
Otherwise, after the Angel God and the Rakshasa God left the God Realm, the Shura God would not have directly used the Rakshasa God's territory to find his own heir. His method of borrowing another's nest to hatch his own egg was truly masterful.
Rakshasa Valley covered an enormous area, and it seemed to have some kind of restriction deliberately set upon it, leaving it eternally dark and without light.
Even with Huo Yuhao's eyesight, he could not see a thing. He could only snap his fingers and condense a ball of divine light with Divine Power before he was finally able to make out his surroundings.
Even Huo Yuhao himself did not know how far he had walked before several faint purple lights appeared ahead of him.
They were fourteen pillars that seemed to hold up the heavens. Faint purple flames burned at their tops, as though they had always been that way since ancient times. No one knew how long they had burned, nor when they would finally go out.
No, rather than pillars, they were more like Sutra Pillars. They bore none of the dragons and phoenixes carved upon traditional pillars, nor the seal-script depictions of mountains, turtles, birds, and beasts.
Instead, they were covered in densely packed tiny characters, as though scripture after scripture had been inscribed upon them. Huo Yuhao strained his eyes to look into the distance, but he still could not make them out clearly.
Huo Yuhao only felt that those towering Sutra Pillars were drawing him in, and he could