693. Heavenly Flames Supernatural Power, Falling Heart Guardian

After they passed through the deep passage, the scene before them changed once more.

There were no palaces or towers, nor any Natural Treasures.

As far as the eye could see, there was only a boundless expanse of darkness, as if light had never descended upon this heaven and earth since time immemorial.

Beneath their feet lay endless mountains of corpses and seas of blood, broken divine weapons, shattered battle armor, decayed bones... piled layer upon layer, stretching beyond sight.

The scarlet blood had long since congealed into dark brown over the passage of ten thousand years, soaking through the entire land.

Yet strangely, this land of corpses, which should have reeked to the heavens, held not the slightest stench of Corpse Qi or decay. There was only dead silence, a silence so still it made one's scalp prickle, as if that earth-shaking battle to the death from ancient times had been forever frozen within this space.

Time had lost all meaning here, leaving only an ancient brutality and sorrow that had not dispersed in all these ages.

Between heaven and earth, two utterly opposite yet equally vast wills had been engraved.

One was the unyielding battle spirit unleashed by the Ancient War Emperor and his countless soldiers before their deaths. That will to rather die than retreat, to fight bloodily to the very end—even after their bodies perished and their Daos vanished, it still stood guard within this Secret Realm, undispersed for ten thousand years;

The other was the monstrous resentment and killing intent left by the Demon Emperor from outside the realm before he was suppressed.

The two wills intertwined, transforming into an all-pervasive spiritual assault that swept toward every intruder like stormy waves.

"Urgh!"

The instant they stepped into the Secret Realm, the soldiers of the Western