Ghost Village

Long Zixuan walked into the Martial Wasteland Forbidden.

The mountains and rivers were wild and desolate, the earth primitive, as though he had stepped into a Scroll from before the Ancient Desolate era.

Primitive Spirit Herbs grew crazily everywhere around him. Untouched for tens of millions of years, their medicinal properties had almost condensed into droplets ready to fall.

The mountain forests around him were deathly silent. Not a single bird or beast could be seen.

Occasionally, human bones could be found lying exposed in the wilderness. They belonged to powerful figures from the Martial Wasteland Realm.

Throughout the countless years, many powerful figures, upon reaching the end of their lives, had chosen to enter the Martial Wasteland Forbidden and risk everything for a chance at fortune.

Yet not a single person had ever walked out of the Martial Wasteland Forbidden alive.

Not long after Long Zixuan advanced, he saw a figure at a mountain pass ahead.

It was a middle-aged man. His clothes were tattered beyond recognition, and his eyes were dull and lifeless, hollow to the extreme, as though he had been waiting for Long Zixuan.

His entire body had nearly rotted away. Only his fists remained, yet they seemed eternal and unchanging.

As Long Zixuan approached, the middle-aged man suddenly raised his fist and struck toward him.

That punch carried the purest martial aura. It shook space and caused even the earth to tremble.

This Wasteland Slave had been a martial expert in life.

His cultivation was formidable!

Seeing this, Long Zixuan raised his fist indifferently and smashed it forward!

It was likewise the simplest, purest punch.

Two utterly pure fists collided, yet they evolved into endless martial Dao Rhyme, weaving together, resonating, and exploding!

In the end, the middle-aged man blocking the mountain pass was left