The gloom in the depths of the Endless Ruins was a silence sunk to its utmost depths.
Layer upon layer of shattered walls and broken ruins floated through the void, blocking all sight near and far. Even the flow of air had become sluggish and slow.
There were no shortage of skeletal remains and broken artifacts swept past along the way.
Most were the wreckage of foreign races and Demonic Beasts, or the ruined armor of Immortal Court soldiers. Without exception, they carried the icy aura of slaughter left behind by the Ancient Era war, buried in the dust of ages.
Qin He proceeded deeper at an unhurried pace, his mind relaxed yet alert to the utmost.
There had always been a path, though it was rather winding. Sometimes, he even had to stop and wait for his clones to probe the truth before he could continue onward.
After traveling for nearly another half hour, the fragments of ruined structures around him gradually thinned out.
In their place was a stretch of gray void mist, so dense that it piled up in layer upon layer, cutting off spiritual sense. Even his clones' vision was locked down completely.
The mist was faintly cool against his body. It carried no Demonic Energy and contained no Killing Intent; instead, it bore an ancient, vast, nearly withered breath of life.
This was the unique aura of the deepest reaches of the Endless Ruins—clean in an eerie way, and deathly silent in an equally eerie way.
A few yards farther ahead, his view suddenly opened up.
A wisp of extremely faint, dim green light pierced through the heavy mist and fell into his sight from afar.
Qin He halted, his gaze abruptly sharpening.
At the end of the void, an enormous corpse lay quietly across