Ning Xiaochuan's current location was not lacking in light.
Countless bright stars hung above his head. Under their illumination, Ning Xiaochuan could clearly see everything around him.
After spending so many days in the dark hell, he had suddenly arrived in a place so well-lit that he was almost unable to adjust.
After glancing up at the stars overhead, Ning Xiaochuan began surveying his surroundings.
Clearly, the bright stars above him were where those Corpse Beasts continuously condensed, and nine times out of ten, those stars were the Corpse Beasts themselves.
Had Ning Xiaochuan not just fallen from above, he likely would never have guessed the origin of these stars.
Aside from those stars, everything around Ning Xiaochuan also filled him with astonishment.
Countless ancient structures stood all around him. These buildings had clearly been abandoned for a long time, yet the traces they left behind showed that an enormous city had once stood here.
At the bottom of the great vortex, there was actually such a ruined city.
How had this great vortex appeared? And what was the origin of this city? Ning Xiaochuan swept his gaze over the surroundings in bewilderment.
Although the power within his body seemed to have completely vanished, leaving him unable to use it at all, Ning Xiaochuan still possessed formidable physical strength. Thus, he was not particularly flustered.
Suddenly, Ning Xiaochuan walked toward a tower that had already mostly collapsed. Squatting before it, he reached out and blew away the layer of dust covering its surface.
Once the dust no longer obscured it, a line of writing immediately appeared before Ning Xiaochuan.
"I, Minister Xuan, cultivated for one hundred thousand years, only to end up like this. I refuse to accept it! Heaven is unjust!"
The vigorous, forceful handwriting seemed to convey its