Li Qing walked along the deathly silent steps.
An inexplicable chill rose in his heart.
This coldness and deathly silence, like that of a ruined world, seeped into his mind in an unnatural way.
Li Qing walked on silently. Beneath his feet were steps of corpses and bones, and everywhere he looked was a landscape of white skeletons.
What sacred Buddhist mountain? This was practically a den of demons and monsters.
Beneath all that solemn grandeur, there was no concealing the cruelty, ferocity, and malice.
After more than a dozen breaths, he finally reached the mountaintop.
At a glance, the ground atop the mountain made one's scalp tingle as well.
Looking closely, he saw skulls lying face-up, arranged in neat rows.
The ground beneath his feet was uneven, and the insides of these countless skulls were completely hollow.
Yet Li Qing inexplicably felt as though something was watching him.
Imagine it: in an ocean of bones, every skull was staring at you, hollow and lifeless. Only by seeing it in person could one understand the terror of that sensation.
More often than not, the fear that rose from the depths of one's heart was never caused by rotting flesh or mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Rather, it was an invisible terror—soundless, yet everywhere.
This kind of fear could even drive a person mad.
Like an empty, pitch-black villa, when there was only one person in the entire space.
The slightest rustle of wind or grass would leave that person constantly on edge.
Given enough time, they would naturally be driven insane.
And that was still in a normal world. In this mysterious world, even more terrifying things could appear at any moment.
Wild thoughts raced through Li Qing's mind, and he lightly shook his head.
He cleared away