The Yin wind howled, and waves of anguished wailing rang out. Beneath the deep sea, not a trace of light could be seen. Only when a pair of ghostly green or crimson eyes flickered in and out of sight amid the gloom did the darkness reveal the faintest glimmer.
"What powerful dragon wraiths." A hint of surprise showed in Lu Xiaotian's eyes. These wraiths came from the countless dragons who had died beneath the Dragon-Slaying Guillotine. Their auras were strange and unfathomable. Lu Xiaotian had originally headed straight for the Dragon-Slaying Guillotine. Deep beneath the sea, he had once been able to see the massive chains stretching in every direction, binding the guillotine in place.
But now, as he drew near, not only had those massive chains vanished, even the Dragon-Slaying Guillotine he had seen before had disappeared.
The Dragon-Slaying Guillotine—and this entire stretch of sea—had undergone a tremendous change.
Lu Xiaotian entered this region, thick with resentment and lingering souls. The Desolate Sea was now farther and farther behind him. It was as though he had reached another, wholly unfamiliar world. Fortunately, the aura of the Ancient Desolation devilish energy had grown more distinct.
For someone who had cultivated the laws of space to a certain level and held five Void Sky Sub-Cauldrons, this bizarre situation was undoubtedly abnormal.
But after a moment's thought, Lu Xiaotian quickly noticed something. The surrounding sea had been distorted to some extent by the Dragon-Slaying Guillotine, such a fiendish weapon. It would not be wrong to call this an independent space.
Apart from the indistinct lingering souls and dragon wraiths, Lu Xiaotian could even sense malice in the laws and profound meanings drifting all around him. The aura made him deeply uncomfortable. The farther he ventured in, the stronger the feeling that the