He hovered in midair, his white robes billowing and his black hair whipping wildly.
His gaze was as calm as an ancient well ten thousand years deep, without the slightest ripple.
Ahead lay Sky Burial Island, a forbidden land shrouded in endless blood mist.
The blood mist was so thick it seemed like actual slurry, churning and surging.
It was like a primordial beast that devoured all who crossed its path, baring its scarlet maw.
The dense, undiluted stench of blood mixed with an indescribable air of decay and rushed toward them.
Even a Divine Sect powerhouse would retch at the smell, their Divine Soul thrown into turmoil.
More terrifying still, this sea shrouded in blood mist was deathly silent.
There was no wind, no crashing waves, not even a seabird or swimming fish in sight.
It was as if life had been utterly forbidden here—a silence originating from the level of laws.
The old Divine Sect monsters along the shore gazed at the scene from afar, all of them feeling their scalps prickle.
Although they had not approached personally, they could still sense the terror and ominousness contained within that blood mist.
"He... is he really going in?"
"He's insane. Truly insane. Sky Burial Island has been a taboo throughout the ages. Entering it means nine deaths and one life."
"Even if he's that powerful, can he really contend with a forbidden land of heaven and earth?"
"So what if he controls Chaos Power? Human strength has its limits. No human force can withstand a place like this."
Discussion rose and fell, but everyone deliberately kept their voices low.
They were afraid of disturbing that god of slaughter in the distance, who was about to step into hell.
Yet Yang Lingtian paid no attention to the discussions behind him.