The sky was gray and hazy.
A thick layer of blood-colored mist that could not be dispersed shrouded the entire lake, creating such oppressive pressure that it was hard to breathe.
In the center of this sea of blood, the faint outline of an enormous island could be seen.
It floated silently above the sea of blood, like an ancient primordial beast lurking in the abyss, radiating a terrifying aura that made even the Divine Soul tremble.
That was Sky Burial Island.
A deathly forbidden ground that even Divine Sect powerhouses dared not set foot in lightly.
At that moment, a sparse number of figures lingered along the outskirts of Tianyang Lake.
Every one of them had an aura as deep as the sea, and whenever their eyes opened and closed, visions of the sun, moon, and stars being born and extinguished appeared within them.
Without exception, they were all giant-level existences who had stepped into the Divine Sect Realm.
Some stood in groups of three or five, belonging to different lineages and keeping wary eyes on one another.
Others were like withered logs, sitting cross-legged alone atop the black reefs along the shore.
They did not move at all, as if they had already entered their final rest millions of years ago.
They had all come for the opportunities on Sky Burial Island, but no one dared to act rashly.
The island's reputation for ferocity was simply too great.
Once, a Peak Divine Sect powerhouse, relying on his heaven-reaching cultivation, had forced his way inside.
Yet in less than half an hour, the soul lamp he had consecrated within his sect had gone out completely. Not even a wisp of his remnant soul had escaped.
"Someone else is here."
An old man sitting cross-legged in the void slowly opened