The pitch-black sky held not a glimmer of light.
The two suns hanging overhead slowly crumbled, their fragments falling as clumps of darkness.
Whenever that darkness struck the earth, a rumble followed.
Cracks crisscrossed the vast land, stretching far into the distance.
A colossal skeleton lay across the earth like an unbroken mountain range, spanning the land in every direction.
Boom!
With a sound of breaking stone, a section of earth suddenly collapsed and sank.
A vast sinkhole opened. Countless figures rose and fell within it, bursting into nothingness amid their wails.
"Don't underestimate the Miasmic Red Mist. That stuff is wicked!"
Inside the Natural Grand Formation, Yuan Quan led the way, with Chen Cuo and Hongyuan behind him. He spoke as he walked.
"When we first entered the formation, we ran into a cloud of it. Luckily, a Reincarnated True Immortal from Mount Zhongnan helped us, so we got through without harm and finally reached the center of the Grand Formation. Only after hearing others explain it did we learn how dangerous the Red Mist was."
He gave them a few examples, then concluded, "If the Red Mist touches you, the mildest result is a brief loss of awareness and damage to your thoughts. In severe cases, it can even scramble your memories and send your consciousness back to your mortal days. Once those memories return, your body still has its present cultivation, but you can no longer control it. If the masters of Kunlun and Mount Zhongnan hadn't stepped in to help, those struck by the Red Mist would have lost their minds on the spot, their bodies withering into dry bones."
"The Miasmic Red Mist... could it contain the world's impure thoughts? How does one encounter it?"
Chen Cuo grew interested. The Five Human Thought Consensuses he