The spatial passage was not long. After less than fifteen minutes, Di Luosha stood beneath a dim and gloomy sky.
Everywhere around her stood ancient trees that propped up the heavens, black as ink. Time and space seemed frozen. Even the dead leaves swept down by an invisible wind were fixed in midair, and not the slightest sound could be heard.
A blood-red Devil Moon hung high above. In the center of the forest, a throne had been built atop a mountain of corpses and bones piled as high as a hill.
Beneath the empty throne lay a chaotic mix of corpses: humans, demons, devils, demigods, and even the bodies of ancient gods. Hundreds of millions of years had left almost no mark upon them. They still looked lifelike.
Emperor Beichen, the Devil Race's great emperor at the end of the Primordial Era, had betrayed his side during the Primordial God War, leading the Devil Race to side with the demigods. Later, during the blood-washing battle against the ancient human race, he was gravely wounded by the Ancient Extinction Emperor. In the end, nothing could save him, and he died here.
These were only a few scattered words Di Luosha had seen in the ancient records. She had no memory of them at all.
She had once seen the Ancient Extinction Emperor from afar. Yet when she tried to recall him now, she could not remember his appearance no matter how hard she tried. She vaguely remembered only the sensation of seeing a piece of million-year-old unmelting frost jade, so cold that it frightened her.
Her memories of the Primordial Era stopped on the day Emperor Beichen entered the Great Emperor realm. Her father had trampled a God Emperor beneath his feet, and his unrestrained voice and smile still seemed