The billions of beings in the Great Desolate Realm were still immersed in that heaven-defying miracle that had changed their fates, unable to come back to their senses.
But none of them knew.
Deep within the Great Desolate Realm.
In the depths of that deadly land shrouded in eternal darkness, a place whose mere mention terrified billions of beings, a place they refused even to name.
In a certain Dark Forbidden Zone!
An incredulous cry, brimming with fury, suddenly rang out!
"Damn it!"
"I was so close!"
"Who in the world is this Chen Changqing? How can he be so absurdly strong?"
"That was the power of decay at the level of the Immortal Dao!"
"And he actually countered it?"
There, before the eye, lay a boundless world of darkness.
There was no sun, no moon, no stars, not a glimmer of light.
Only eternal darkness, so thick it could not be dispersed, and deep within it, mountains of dry bones so vast they defied imagination!
The bone mountains stretched on for tens of millions of miles.
Countless hideous skeletal figures crouched upon each one.
There were ten-thousand-zhang demon skeletons, hundred-eyed monster skulls, kings of the Nine Hells, six-winged bone dragons...
They lay still in the darkness, as if they had been dead for countless ages.
But if any foolish creature dared set foot there.
They would discover, to their horror.
Those "dead things" would open pair after pair of blood-red eyes in an instant!
And at that moment.
Deep in that dark world, atop its tallest bone mountain, upon a pitch-black bone platform.
A gaunt figure sat cross-legged.
His body was little more than skin and bone.
Gray-white bone armor covered him. From afar, he looked like a walking skeleton.
His skin was a withered, deathly gray, as