Exploring the Ruins Again, the Cycle of Death

In the gray, hazy space, a towering divine mountain whose summit could not be seen stood at the edge of the ruins.

Han Yi stood at the foot of the mountain.

The divine mountain was incomparably immense, like a pillar holding up the heavens. Han Yi roughly estimated that its cross-sectional area was far larger than that of the Sui Zhu Immortal Court.

Whether it was the scale of this divine mountain, his fleeting glimpse into the depths of the ruins last time, or the Heavy Profound Dao Stele, all of it showed that these ruins were far from ordinary.

Han Yi somewhat agreed with Ao Zhuang's words. These ruins were very likely the true Ashen Ruins, fragments of Ashen Mountain that had split apart after its destruction. After sinking into the depths of chaotic space, they had only resurfaced after countless years.

He took out a gray fragment. This was the fragment he had obtained from the Ten-Thousand Dynasties Dao Ancestor. After Dao Ancestor Xuancang had appraised it, he said it was a fragment of the Ashen Tower. The Ashen Tower was one of the Celestial Venerable ancient artifacts that formed the Ashen Set.

Yet no matter how Han Yi stimulated it, the gray fragment showed no response. It had lost all spirituality. He could only fasten it at his waist and gaze toward the divine mountain.

From his angle, he could see only one side of the divine mountain. Everything behind it was completely blocked from view.

Quite a few figures moved across the mountain, some ascending, some descending, while others tried to go around it. Among them were pursuits and killings, as well as stalking and being stalked.

Palaces and cave abodes dotted the mountainside at intervals, but their spiritual charm was faint. Even if they had