Dead Soul Clan territory.
For an entire month—one whole month—countless Dead Souls had lived with the utmost caution, terrified that one careless moment might see them suddenly vanish.
Why?
Naturally, because the sacred mountain had suddenly disappeared a month ago.
The soul crystals the Dead Soul Clan had painstakingly accumulated over a hundred thousand years had been stolen.
The Near-Saint Ancestor had gone out in pursuit, only to return empty-handed.
From that day onward, every Dead Soul had felt as though a great mountain were pressing upon their hearts. No—rather, it was as if an incomparably heavy mountain had crushed everything within a thousand-mile radius. Even the extraordinary particles had grown sluggish, losing their former vitality.
Though no one spoke of it, and no one discussed it.
They all knew full well that the ancestor was enraged.
Now, there were no Dead Souls left near the sacred mountain where the soul crystals had been stored. Even the Dead Soul Clan's three Da Luo realm experts had all departed.
The will of a Near-Saint being was simply too terrifying.
Even though that fury had been suppressed within his heart and his realm sealed away, it still exerted an enormous effect on reality.
The environment had been warped.
Like radiation, that will possessed astonishing destructive power over all matter.
Because of the formations' alterations, this place had long since become a land of death—yet one perfectly suited to the Dead Soul Clan's survival. But now, under the contamination of the Near-Saint Ancestor's will, this land had undergone astonishing changes. The aura at the sacred mountain's core was incomparably violent, and countless particles invisible to the naked eye had been polluted and twisted by the Near-Saint Ancestor's will.
It was no longer merely a land of death. It was a killing ground, a