Only the snowy mountains had none of the blood bubbles or blood mist found here.
Another River of Wrongful Death, another Yellow Springs of Wrongful Death.
Corpse Elder's brows drew tightly together.
Almost instantly, he thought of the switch between ghosts and shadows, truth and falsehood.
Cultivate the true through the false; when falsehood became truth, truth too became falsehood.
A Yellow Springs of Wrongful Death had actually appeared over there.
It looked remarkably identical to the one here.
He thought of one of the most commonly used cultivation methods on the Immortal Path.
But he quickly realized that the River of Wrongful Death was extremely special.
It was something a Devil Master had personally refined.
It was said that in the depths of the River of Wrongful Death lay certain special treasures brought out by some people during the ancient upheaval of Nine-Nether.
This rumor had endured all along, yet generation after generation of Yellow Springs Gate Masters had found nothing.
Still, the River of Wrongful Death was special. If a Dao Master had acted over there, the five Venerable Elders could not possibly have turned a deaf ear.
Besides, he had heard that those Dao Masters were plotting something.
They had no spare time to come to the Four Lands and lay out a game board.
"Cack cack cack, it changed again..."
The skeleton opened its jaws wide. Its eye sockets turned, and black mist seemed to rise within them.
That place transformed once more.
Through the black mist in the bone's pupils, Corpse Elder saw the scene condensed from the mist.
A black sun hung in the sky, a pitch-black great sun suspended high in the boundless, limitless heavens.
All beings, cultivators, and living creatures prostrated themselves within the great sun, while some cultivators shrouded in the