Jiang Feng felt himself pass through a barrier. The very next moment, the scene before him changed, and he was already standing beneath a crimson sky.
"This is..."
Even Jiang Feng, who had cultivated step by step from the mortal world and experienced all manner of strange and bizarre things, was left stunned by the sight before him.
The entire world was crimson.
Above his head, blood-red clouds churned as lightning flashed and thunder roared. An immense majesty, wrapped in an utterly evil aura, plunged down from the sky, pressing so heavily upon Jiang Feng, who had only just set foot in this world, that he could barely breathe.
As far as the eye could see, the earth was split apart, crimson lava gushing from the cracks. The lava spread everywhere, and boulders fell into it, sending splashes flying in all directions.
At the very center of his vision stood a mountain that had abruptly risen from the ground.
The mountain was like a sharp sword, bursting out of the earth.
Its slopes were precipitous. With divine power focused in his eyes, Jiang Feng could see a winding mountain stairway coiled around its body like a giant python, rising layer upon layer all the way to the summit.
At the mountain peak, a white light seemed to gleam softly.
In this entire world, only that white light seemed capable of bringing Jiang Feng even the slightest comfort.
Jiang Feng had seen his share of grand scenes. He had encountered all sorts of strange worlds and spaces in both the mortal world and the Immortal Sacred Realm, yet no matter what kind of world he faced, he had never felt as he did now... afraid!
That was right. This world before him filled him with fear from the depths of his