Returning Ruins was even vaster and more desolate than Qin He had imagined.
The team had set foot in this deathly silent land for two full days, yet the broken world stretching to the edge of their vision remained boundless, and there was still no sign of the temporary military camp.
The stars overhead drifted slowly, their trajectories crooked and chaotic, utterly unlike the orderly celestial patterns outside.
There was no sound of wind, no trace of living creatures. This ancient battlefield lay sleeping, leaving only devastation as far as the eye could see.
The spiritual energy had perished; there was not even the slightest trace of it.
Broken walls jutted crookedly through the gray void. No one knew whether they were remnants of Ancient Era divine halls or the leftover bones of secret realms beyond the heavens.
Countless unidentifiable remains of all things floated silently about. Some were as enormous as mountains, others as fine as dust, so ancient that their original forms could no longer be discerned.
The Fire God Hall cultivators traveling with them had explained the reason earlier.
"The spatial foundation of the Returning Ruins Realm has long since collapsed. The space in ordinary regions is loose and turbulent."
"Teleportation Arrays rely on spatial nodes and must be rooted at stable spatial points. Otherwise, at best, the array patterns will continually deteriorate and repeatedly fail. At worst, the transmission trajectory will deviate and hurl people directly into chaotic space to be annihilated."
"In the entire Returning Ruins, there are very few places that can serve as teleportation anchors. We can only travel overland and make our way slowly."
As everyone traveled in silence, the scene in the void ahead suddenly underwent a subtle change.
Most of the ruins they had encountered along the way bore mottled,