The Corpse-Flipping Festival in the Grand Void Rift had already ended.
This forbidden land had now taken on an utterly grim and terrifying appearance.
The heavens were shrouded in thick gray mist. Only a few cold-hued rays of light leaked through gaps in the fog, while the entire world was steeped in an inescapable gloom and decay.
Corpses lay scattered everywhere across the ground. There were broken limbs from cultivators, their bones still carrying faint fluctuations of spiritual power, as well as the massive skeletons of unknown exotic beasts, their surfaces clinging with viscous black Killing Intent that turned into black smoke and dispersed with every gust of wind.
Even more chilling was that the number of Baleful Gods weaving among the corpses and ravines had increased by at least double compared to before the Corpse-Flipping Festival. The Killing Intent around them had grown ever denser, and their howls rose and fell without end.
Scarlet eyes flickered in the dim light. Any cultivator who ventured outside would become food for the Baleful Gods with the slightest carelessness.
However, danger and opportunity had always coexisted.
With the end of the Corpse-Flipping Festival, vast quantities of rare resources had surfaced within the Grand Void Rift.
A crimson ore vein had been discovered, its ores covered in dense patterns resembling dragon scales.
It was precisely Redblood Dragon-Pattern Ore, which could be used to refine defensive magic treasures for the Golden Core Realm and Nascent Soul Realm.
Every piece of ore contained pure Fire Spiritual Power. Not only could it improve a magic treasure's defenses, it could also help cultivators with Fire Spiritual Roots stabilize their cultivation.
And within a cold pool not far from the Redblood Dragon-Pattern Ore, there had condensed Iceheart Jade Marrow, crystal-clear and emitting wisps of chill.
This was a