This wilderness clashed with the verdant mountains and waters all around it. Though vast and boundless, it was shrouded in a blood-red mist that blurred the distant outlines and made it impossible to see where it ended.
The blood mist was utterly silent. Not a blade of grass grew across the wilderness; there was not the slightest trace of life.
Long Bo War King strode into the blood mist, then came to a halt. His entire aura suddenly erupted!
An ancient, enduring, weighty, and murderous presence, steeped in seemingly endless sorrow, spread unchecked. The blood mist immediately roiled. All the crimson surged in from every direction and, in the blink of an eye, condensed into an enormous blood-red portal.
The portal towered high. Even Long Bo War King could walk through it with ease without lowering his head.
Within the portal, an endless tide of blood and killing intent surged, alongside a vast, tragic sorrow that rolled on like crashing waves.
Long Bo War King remained calm as he led Pei Ling inside.
Blood-red mist swirled all around them, as though they had entered a vast river of blood.
A moment later, the crimson quietly faded, revealing before them a realm beyond imagining.
Ancient, timeworn, broken... An aura utterly unlike that of the present-day Panyai Realm seemed to linger from countless ages past.
From Pei Ling's perspective, there was also a wilderness before him.
All he could see was desolation and decay, as though some force had drained away all life and vitality.
At the far end of the wilderness stood an enormous tree with a vast canopy.
The tree soared skyward, its branches laden with countless objects. The distance made the details impossible to discern.
A long wind blew from who knew where, sweeping across the land and raising