Before long.
The two slowly came to a halt in the void.
Ahead lay the territory of the Blood God Palace.
The moment they set foot here,
a thick, nauseating stench of blood rushed at them, mixed with the venom and despair of countless beings on the verge of death, along with sky-piercing Killing Intent that had condensed over tens of thousands of years without dispersing.
If an ordinary cultivator remained here for too long, even their mind would likely be corroded by this Killing Intent, turning them bloodthirsty and mad.
Lin Wan'er frowned and coldly swept her gaze over the mountain range below, shrouded in blood mist.
With her Peak Quasi-Emperor Realm divine sense, that blood mist could not obstruct her sight in the slightest.
She saw it clearly.
Within those mountains, dark-red palaces had been built against the slopes.
The palaces were connected by iron chain bridges, their chains draped with dense rows of dark-red prayer banners. Every banner was inscribed with twisted runes, emanating a sinister aura that made one's heart tremble.
Farther away, several enormous blood pools were embedded in the mountainsides like festering scars. Thick dark-red liquid churned within them, occasionally bubbling to the surface.
She could sense that each blood pool contained hundreds, even thousands, of corpses. Their vital blood had been drained dry, leaving only a thin layer of skin wrapped around bone. Their twisted faces were frozen in the utmost agony of their final moments.
At the entrance to the mountain gate, a huge ceremonial arch stood towering.
Dozens of intact skeletons were embedded in its pillars. Their chests had all been split open, their ribs curling outward to form twisted "bone flowers."
This was clearly no decoration, but the core of an array forged from living humans, used to draw out