Before long, the old boatman vanished into the Blackwater River.
Ye Tian withdrew his gaze and turned around, only to find that the scenery before him had completely changed. It was utterly different from what he had seen while in the Blackwater River.
When he turned back again, even the Blackwater River behind him had vanished without a trace.
The shore Ye Tian had seen from within the Blackwater River had been a barren wasteland, with only a few scattered blades of grass and trees, desolate beyond measure.
But now, before Ye Tian's eyes, it had become a graveyard of weapons. Broken sabers and shattered swords lay everywhere; blades, spears, axes, halberds, and every other kind of weapon were embedded in the ground.
The entire space was filled with a grim, murderous air. Without even moving, one could already sense killing intent lurking at every step.
Ye Tian's gaze narrowed as it fell upon the sword closest to him. This sword was rather unusual. Only one side had been sharpened, and it had already snapped into two pieces at its middle.
The lower half of the sword lay on the ground without any aura, yet above the hilt, it seemed as though mountains of corpses and seas of blood had gathered. There was not only killing intent, but also a thick stench of blood.
No one knew how many tens of thousands of years this place had existed, yet even Ye Tian was struck by that bloody aura.
Above it, a blood cloud condensed, and bloody rain continually fell from the clouds, as though the heavens themselves were weeping.
The bloody rain fell to the ground, dyeing it red before being absorbed by the Broken Sword. Behind it, the vague silhouette of a figure seemed to stand tall enough to