The Corpse Burial Mountain Range was a relatively well-known dangerous land in the Central Continent, located at the junction of the continent's southwestern regions.
It was said that too many wars had been fought here in ancient times, and too many people had fallen in this place, causing the yin energy here to become exceptionally dense.
Most terrifyingly, that heavy yin energy was mixed with dense corpse qi, capable of eroding the vitality of living people.
Therefore, the Corpse Burial Mountain Range was ordinarily almost devoid of human traces.
After all, no one would stay for no reason in a place that shortened one's lifespan.
At the center of the Corpse Burial Mountain Range lay a vast expanse of black earth.
Perhaps because there were too many corpses here, patches of eerie white occasionally showed through the soil's surface. They were fractured bones, exuding a strange, chilling aura.
At the center of this vast region stood an enormous black hall, like an ancient beast crouching amid the mountains. It radiated a grim and terrifying presence.
Though this area contained such a massive structure, it was unusually silent inside, like an abandoned unfinished building. A bizarre atmosphere shrouded the huge hall, making one's scalp tingle.
However, unlike usual, the Corpse Burial Mountain Range was exceedingly lively today.
Above the sky blanketed by yin energy, ripples of Dou Qi in all sorts of colors spread and intertwined, forming a breathtakingly beautiful sight.
Yet beneath that seemingly beautiful scene lay deadly danger.
"Xiao Yan, you bastard, don't go too far! If you don't withdraw now, do you believe I'll immediately summon the clan's experts to kill you?"
Amid the spreading Dou Qi ripples, on a certain battlefield, a hunched, skeletal figure had two clusters of ghostly fire flickering strangely in his eye sockets.