Beneath the blood moon, in the central region of the Ancient Battlefield, the war dead of countless ages had gathered. Yin spirits filled the land, forming a forbidden zone.
Ning Chen advanced with a black blade in hand, baleful intent billowing from his body. All spirits trembled in fear and dared not approach.
Having slain a million lives, an unparalleled tyrant, he had committed too much slaughter in his life. The baleful intent around him had nearly condensed into substance; once it erupted, even gods and ghosts would not dare draw near.
From the Ancient Era until now, the souls of the dead had accumulated over endless years. Though most had faded away with time, the lingering resentment that remained was still terrifying. Yin energy pervaded the entire central region, bleak and bone-chilling.
In this land of utmost yin, apart from dead things and yin spirits, nothing else could be seen. The deeper one ventured, the more clearly one could feel their cultivation suppressed by the resentment between heaven and earth, making it difficult to circulate.
Ning Chen walked through it, his black blade cleaving apart obstacle after obstacle. Its cold light of slaughter vanquished endless evil, invincible against all things.
"Roar!"
Ahead, deep within the Central Forbidden Zone, an earth-shaking howl rang out. All spirits recoiled in terror and dared not draw closer.
Ning Chen stopped and looked ahead. A moment later, his figure flashed as he sped deeper inside.
"Boom!"
The next instant, a tremor that resounded for a thousand li erupted. Deep within the Central Forbidden Zone, the plain-clothed figure swept forth, black blade falling with force enough to shatter ten thousand troops.
Ahead, a Corpse God shrouded in strange light appeared. Long red hair covered its entire body, making it look sinister, horrifying, and utterly terrifying.