The Scenery of the Underworld

The Heavenly Immortal region was very different from the outside.

The fog here was thicker, and the air immensely heavy, like water pressing down upon his body.

Moving here, even the slightest action would create considerable disturbances. Just like underwater, the ripples would travel a great distance.

After entering this place, Li Su's speed fell again and again as he suppressed it to the lowest possible limit.

Not only that, he used the Heaven-Severing Hand to delve deep into the Dao resonance within the air, barely managing to reduce the impact caused by his movements.

Even so, he still drew quite a few Heavenly Immortal-stage wandering souls.

Fortunately, they were weak—Heavenly Immortals achieved with four or five Fires, their combat strength not even matching Ten Fires. Otherwise, if he caused too great a disturbance, things would become troublesome.

Still, the points were decent, far higher than for killing Nine Fires.

Of course, what Li Su cared about most was the environment beneath this thick fog.

Before reaching the Heavenly Immortal area, he had undoubtedly been in the mountains. Yet after stepping into this place, the ground beneath his feet had turned into a road paved with bricks.

The road was very wide, around a hundred meters across.

Though the fog on either side was thick, he could still make out building after building.

Unable to resist, he walked closer. As the mist parted, what he saw was rubble—rooms ravaged beyond recognition.

Both inside and outside the rooms were scenes of utter devastation. A brutally harsh battle must once have taken place here. Along the way, he had seen far more than one collapsed house—there were thousands upon thousands, all destroyed.

Some had been smashed apart by blunt force, while others bore the marks of blades and axes.

Strangely, he could