The "Divine Domain" was like a ship.
It broke through the mist, sailing into unknown lands.
"These Deities..."
Li Yue's expression turned solemn as he stared at the towering Deities atop the ruined pass.
Their faces were stiff, their eyes lifeless. Though they seemed to be looking at him, he realized—
These Deities had not a trace of life in them.
They had been dead for who knew how many ages.
And what was more—
If he looked closely, these towering Deities could not even be called corpses. They were merely phantoms, seemingly made of solid matter.
Bang—
The "Divine Domain" struck the ruined pass.
The entire "Divine Domain" shuddered slightly and came to a stop, ending its voyage.
Li Yue frowned.
After a moment's thought, he still stepped out of the "Divine Domain" and onto the ruined pass.
As he walked, the stiff-faced Deity phantoms all around him mechanically turned their heads and gazes toward him, continuing to watch.
Beyond that, they made no other movement.
Even so, the sight was chilling.
An air of desolation, deathly silence, and tragic solemnity lingered over the pass, carried by the wind.
The wind howled.
It was like the grief of the Deities of ages past.
"What a majestic pass..."
Standing atop it, Li Yue could see no end to either side.
This pass stretched for more than ten thousand miles!
It stood over a million zhang tall, as though it could separate one whole world from another.
The ground was paved with gray stone blocks, dotted here and there with the dark red blood of Deities.
In the distance—
A tattered banner fluttered in the wind, covered in countless Divine Patterns.
But nearly all the Divine Patterns were incomplete, severed by some unknown and terrifying force.
"Why is there a pass