Ominous Red Hair, Corpse Transformation Monster!

Meanwhile, inside Buzhou Mountain.

Beyond the layer of Imperial Dao Restrictions that looked like chaotic mist, the scene before them suddenly opened up.

But this was nothing like the celestial paradise they had imagined.

There was no Immortal Qi swirling about, no divine light shining down, and certainly no heavenly treasures scattered everywhere.

There was only endless Death Qi and strangeness!

The sky was dim and gray, as if shrouded in a layer of dark clouds that could never be dispelled.

The ground was dark red, as though it had been soaked in the blood of countless gods and demons for hundreds of millions of years, and it gave off a nauseating stench of blood.

The air was filled with a cold, sinister, ominous aura. Even one breath felt as if it would freeze their Divine Souls.

This place was like a land of death abandoned by the gods.

"What a heavy atmosphere of Death Qi and resentment."

Ning Hongye furrowed her delicate brows and instinctively moved a little closer to Xiao Yang.

She could feel that this space was filled with a strange power deeply hostile to living beings.

Even a Saint would likely be corrupted and have their Dao foundation damaged if they stayed here too long.

"Be careful. Something's wrong here."

Xiao Yang's expression had also turned extremely grave.

He activated his Double Pupils and scanned their surroundings.

He could see wisps of strange black-red aura, invisible to the naked eye, winding through the depths of this space.

Those wisps were filled with the Daoist resonance of curses, ominousness, and death.

And the bloodline aura he sensed—his father's—was coming from the area most thickly shrouded in that strange black-red aura!

What exactly was Father going through?

Xiao Yang's heart grew heavier.

Taking Ning Hongye with him, he