Gloomy Forest, Mutated Soul Bodies

Although she had still not encountered the souls of any creatures after death, the good news was that Huo Yutong had finally seen hope of leaving this wilderness.

Within the range of her Spiritual Domain, the wasteland covered in purple grass abruptly ended roughly twenty kilometers away.

An incredibly distinct black barrier, like a wall, divided the Purple Grass Wasteland from the outside world into two sharply contrasting colors.

Looking up, even with her Spiritual Domain extended to its limit, she could not see how tall this barrier that seemed to stretch from heaven to earth truly was.

It appeared to extend infinitely upward, as though it had no end.

At that moment, she was nearly moved to tears.

After a month-long journey, she had finally seen hope of leaving the place she had named the Purple Grass Wasteland.

After walking all the way to the border, Huo Yutong tested it and confirmed there was no danger before cautiously passing through the "barrier" separating the two regions.

The instant she emerged from the Purple Grass Wasteland, the view before her suddenly opened up.

Though it was still cast in that dark, gloomy palette, it was far better than the eternally unchanging pitch-blackness of the Purple Grass Wasteland—at least she no longer had to rely on Spiritual Power just to see what lay ahead.

However, this did not improve Huo Yutong's mood.

Because what appeared before her was a sight far stranger than the Purple Grass Wasteland.

The pervasive darkness had vanished, replaced by equally eternal gray mist.

The mist continuously churned and gathered. Illuminated by a light source coming from nowhere, it created an exceptionally eerie and sinister scene.

This seemed to be the border of some forest or grove—if those towering black plants, dry and twisted as though they