An eerie place

After steadying himself, Dai Tian felt a little dizzy. The golden soul power dragging him along had been far too fast.

Only after recovering a little did Dai Tian have the presence of mind to examine his surroundings.

He would never have known without looking, but one look left him utterly stunned.

He was standing on an enormous stone bridge, as wide as two football fields, with what looked to be roughly a thousand meters between its ends.

Both sides of the bridge were lined with stone statues of monsters in all manner of shapes. There was one every nine meters, and not a single one was repeated.

Looking over the sides, he saw scorching magma flowing beneath the bridge. Like the Yellow River, it surged onward without pause, its source and destination unknown.

When he looked up, the sight was even more incredible. The entire sky seemed to have been cleaved apart by a sword, one half as blue as the deep sea and the other as crimson as magma. It was breathtakingly magnificent, a scene no human strength could possibly have created. Had a god done this, or an immortal?

These sights alone had already shaken Dai Tian to his core. When had he ever seen anything like this?

No one could blame him for having seen so little of the world.

No matter how one dressed it up, he was merely the soul of an adult who had transmigrated here. Even in his previous life, as a corporate wage slave enjoying the "blessing" of working nine to nine, six days a week, he had hardly seen much of the world. As for this life, there was even less to say: he had not left his little courtyard in six years. A sight this awe-inspiring simply overwhelmed him.