A few minutes earlier.
The Dead Sea
The Dead Sea, which should have been dried up, had barely accumulated a hundred meters of water after a torrential rain packed with murderous intent had ended.
The Kingdom of the Dead, which should have been quiet, seemed somewhat lively.
The liveliness actually came from among the Sunken Death Temple at the center of the Dead Sea. Not only were there noisy voices inside, but a film set and all kinds of lighting equipment had even been set up.
Because of the connection with the Tenth Calamity,
Even though the Film Crew members had been killed by Hannibal, Yi Chen had been right beside them. After death, they were still swept into the Dead Sea and came here as special dead.
They were currently touring the Death Temple. The director especially wanted to capture such a breathtaking scene on film, so that if they ever left in the future, they could use the photographs to recreate the set and strive to shoot a fantasy blockbuster.
Besides,
The Sunken Death Temple had undergone additional changes as well.
A golden lung several dozen meters across hung in the center of the Death Temple, above the Gallows Platform throne of the Hanging King, through tubes that pierced the roof.
Having been tainted by death, the surface of the golden lung was covered in black veins, golden and black auras intertwining.
Yi Chen, its master, or rather his main consciousness, was not here.
Radiating intense killing intent from his entire body, even his hair fluttering because of it, Yi Chen hovered above the sea's surface,
Sitting cross-legged with both hands clasped over his Dantian, he observed the entire sea through the broad-angle vision of his qi sea.
The tubes extending from the top of the Death Temple