Where the Great Zhou Law Net did not reach, even the wind carried the stench of death and decay.
Chu Bai suppressed his aura to its absolute limit. Like a ghost without substance, he traveled north across the parched, cracked, blackish-brown earth.
Since leaving that gloomy, miasma-filled gorge, he had trekked dozens of miles alone.
Along the way, the [Heavenly Abyss Fragment Realm] laid bare its despairing desolation and barrenness before this visitor from the Great Zhou Dynasty.
Everywhere he looked, he saw shattered ancient ruins.
The ruined walls, a thousand feet tall, were riddled with deep, vitrified craters blasted into them by terrifying spell arts.
In the dry riverbeds lay heaps of bone fragments from unknown giant beasts, weathered into dust.
Occasionally, he saw toppled divine statues. Time had long since eroded their faces beyond recognition, leaving only half their broken bodies, half-buried in purplish-red blood-soaked earth.
There was no life here, no vitality. Even the spiritual energy of heaven and earth seethed with a despair that drove people toward frenzy.
For a cultivator with a slightly weaker mind, walking alone through such surroundings, the indescribable oppression and absolute deathly silence alone would have been enough to drive them mad.
Yet Chu Bai's gaze remained as still as an ancient well, without the slightest ripple.
His vast, keen divine sense maintained a hemispherical watch with a radius of a thousand feet, centered on himself. Like a precision radar, it missed not the slightest stir.
The spatial laws here... are extremely fragile.
As Chu Bai moved stealthily onward, he silently assessed his surroundings.
Within the Great Zhou Dynasty's borders, the dynasty's national fortune and law net held space incomparably firm. A full-force blow from a Foundation Establishment Realm cultivator could, at most, stir a ripple in the air.
Here, however,