Fortunately, with Silly Niu and the old man present, no matter how terrifying the power of extinction was, it could hardly shake Overlord-level beings.
"Senior, are there any Silent Nether Spirits here?" the Second Prince asked.
"The Silent Nether Spirits here were wiped out by your imperial father long ago," the old man said.
The group continued deeper in, and soon arrived outside a valley. The moment they approached, a foul stench rushed into their nostrils, making them retch.
"This is... the stench of corpses?" Hua Yunfei said.
"Most likely."
Duanmu Qingyue nodded. "But I've never encountered such a vile corpse stench. Even my mind is being affected."
There were also seals left behind by the Holy Dragon Emperor around the valley. The corpse stench was leaking out through those seals, yet it could still affect them all. Its foulness was beyond imagination.
They had long grown accustomed to life and death, had seen countless corpses, and were no strangers to the stench of decay. Yet they had never smelled anything this vile.
Even sealing off their senses was useless. The corpse stench went straight into their souls, impossible to block.
"Could this valley be someone's burial ground? Why does it smell so terrible? Aren't the bodies of powerful cultivators supposed to be incorruptible?" the Fourth Prince asked in astonishment.
"There must be another reason." Hua Yunfei frowned, sensing that the situation inside the valley was far from ordinary.
Just as the Fourth Prince had said, the bodies of powerful cultivators did not decay. Even after countless ages, they remained crystalline like jade, like immortal gold. Yet the corpse stench erupting from within the valley was clearly abnormal. It made no sense at all—had the corpse of some terrifying powerhouse actually rotted away?
"We'll know once we go in," the