The Immortal Court and the Demon Realm

Gravestones?

Chen Fan froze for a moment, then suddenly understood, his pupils contracting slightly.

Ink Dragon chuckled. "That's right—gravestones. The gravestones left behind after all those immortals and demons died. The immortal-demon battlefield of old has probably become a true immortal-demon graveyard by now. I told you to keep quiet outside for your own good. The resentment here is too heavy, all of it gathered upon the gravestones. If you speak, that resentment could very well invade your body directly."

"So that's how it is." Chen Fan nodded, his expression gradually turning grave. When he had looked at that Immortal Demon Wall earlier, he had not sensed any dangerous aura. Yet the most terrifying dangers were often those one failed to guard against.

"Let's go. We can't stay here long." At that moment, the Fat Daoist spoke and once more summoned a Teleportation Array capable of sending them a great distance.

Even someone as powerful as him, now that his soul had recovered, did not wish to linger in this place. He was even less willing to fly out on foot, for the dangers here far exceeded imagination.

The instant the formation activated, Chen Fan stepped into it as well.

They continued on their journey. By the time they landed, an entire day had passed. When they emerged from the Teleportation Array again, they found themselves upon a platform shrouded in clouds and mist, its every side built from snow-white jade.

The jade gleamed brilliantly amid the mist, dazzling to the eye. This place left Chen Fan stunned.

Judging by its scale, it was at least comparable to the entire Eastern Wasteland. Palace after palace rose before them—clearly the Immortal Court he had seen many times before. Yet what he had seen in the past had all been fragmented remnants.