The Hun Clan Makes a Move

Meanwhile, in an unknown secret place somewhere on the vast Middle Continent, its true location cleverly concealed behind countless overlapping and distorted Space Wrinkles, even ordinary Dou Saint experts found it difficult to trace.

This place was surrounded and guarded by endless stretches of pitch-black mountain ranges resembling the spines of Ancient Giant Beasts, as well as filthy rivers exuding decayed, deathly still auras—it was the Hun Clan's lair, deep within the Soul Realm.

The sky over the Soul Realm seemed eternally fixed in a suffocatingly oppressive darkness, as though thick ink had been splashed across it. No radiance of the sun, moon, and stars could be seen; there was only everlasting gloom.

The air carried a bone-deep chill. It was not ordinary cold, but an aura mingled with the despair, venomous resentment, and wails left behind by countless souls after being extracted and tortured. It lingered without dispersing, making every breath here carry a soul-piercing frost.

At this point, in the most heavily guarded core of the Soul Realm—a region that could be called a forbidden area within a forbidden area—strange, immense Spatial Fluctuations spread and intensified like ripples across a grand Altar Plaza built from the massive black bones of countless unknown creatures.

This Altar Plaza was incomparably vast. Its ground was paved with polished black bone slabs, engraved with innumerable twisted, wriggling dark red runes that seemed alive, giving off a nauseating stench of blood and soul energy.

All around the plaza stood enormous bone pillars hundreds of zhang tall. Faint green soul flames burned atop them, and beneath their flickering light, the place became even more eerie and sinister.

The formerly deathly still space was now violently twisting and wriggling, emitting a low spatial hum, as though some colossal being from the abyss was about to