Xi and the Demon

In the endless gloom, a terrifying region of unprecedented enormity emerged. Its form could not be seen clearly; only a faint outline was visible.

It exuded a soul-shaking aura of death. It also contained the gloom of heaven, the turbid balefulness of earth, and the venomous resentment of man—a dead face of heaven and earth, filled with strangeness and ill omen, descending alongside darkness so dense it could not be dissolved.

At the instant they came into contact with it, the spiritual radiance around the thousand-plus cultivators inside the room instantly dimmed. Cultivators below the Golden Core realm, or those who had suffered severe injuries, silently vanished into the darkness at this moment.

When the survivors came back to their senses, the scene around them had changed once more.

They were no longer on a yellow-earth road covered in crimson Blood Flowers. In its place was an Unknown Land that sent chills down their spines.

A round crimson Blood Moon hung high in the heavenly vault, casting down red frost like blood over the place they stood—a seemingly desolate mountain wilderness.

Within the sparse woods, the trees were strange and warped in the gloom, as though they had been painted. No—rather than painted, they looked more like shriveled corpses, twisted and deformed as they stood upon the ground, as if they had endured a great fire.

The surroundings were exceptionally dark. Even with the crimson Blood Moon overhead, they could not see what lay in the distance. Even nearby, they could only make out vague outlines.

This region was deathly silent. Even sounds they made faded away with distance. There was not the slightest cry of any animal nearby, not even the sound of wind. It was like a World of the Dead locked in eternal slumber.

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