The great marsh stretched vast and boundless. Beneath the law of the jungle, steeped in disorder, the immense marsh was pervaded year-round by a faint scent of blood.
Dense miasma, stained blood-red, shrouded the marsh.
Figures could occasionally be seen flashing and weaving through the miasmic fog. Mixed spiritual energy fluctuations burst forth like ripples spreading across water, then dispersed in every direction, attesting to the chaos of this place.
Chu Mu moved through the swamp. Every step he took seemed to accord with some unknowable profundity, as though he stood in another space entirely. He passed through the crowd without drawing the slightest notice.
For most low-tier cultivators who had rushed here at the news, they perhaps knew only that the Illusory Realm of Grand Void would descend upon this vast marsh, and that bloodshed and chaos reigned within it.
But to great experts on the level of rules, the vast marsh they witnessed was undoubtedly another world.
At this moment, the vast marsh had already entered a peculiar interval.
It was as though it had been cut off from the world, yet also as though it existed within a crack between worlds. Between illusion and reality, it resembled the strange scenes once manifested across the Spirit Realm by reflections of Grand Void rules.
Only, the collision and interweaving of rules here were far more apparent, faintly bringing an inexplicable oppressive feeling upon all living beings.
At this moment, the Grand Void Token in Chu Mu's hand could no longer suppress its rule fluctuations.
With the Illusory Realm of Grand Void about to Descend and the resulting changes in the Heaven and Earth Rules, this Grand Void Token seemed to have undergone a transformation from Quantitative Change to Qualitative Change.
Chu Mu stopped atop the mountain peak. The Grand