This was a shattered world, filled with ancient, vast, terrifying auras.
The sky here was forever dim and murky. In the distance, only a setting sun that seemed ready to shatter at any moment cast its light, and even that provided no more than barely enough illumination to see by.
Across the land, winding, bottomless ravines resembled abysses that seemed poised to swallow anyone walking within them. They were narrow and stretched endlessly onward, enough to make one's heart tremble with fear.
"This is one of the battlefields where the Great Thousand World and the Extraterrestrial Evil Clan fought their final battle in ancient times."
After following Fu Ye here, Luo Li and the others could not help but feel a sense of solemn tragedy upon witnessing the devastation.
Zhou Yuan, Mu Chen, and the others following behind them all felt their hearts palpitate at the sight.
Zhou Yuan in particular had already confirmed it when he sensed the dense aura of the Sacred Clan here—or, more accurately, the aura of the Extraterrestrial Evil Clan.
The remnants of the Sacred Clan that had escaped from the Tian Yuan World back then had fled into the Great Thousand World.
Moreover, they had fought an unprecedented bloody war against the predecessors of the Great Thousand World.
"The oppressive feeling in this world is far too strong. It makes it hard to breathe."
Luo Li voiced her honest feelings as well.
Even without fighting, staying in a place like this for too long would likely consume more spiritual energy than in the Great Thousand World.
They had to resist the ever-present pressure at all times.
In Fu Ye's view, this place was essentially a weakened version of the void.
The reason Luo Li and the others felt their pressure surge was because the