Beneath Soulbreak Abyss lay an abandoned stretch of space and time.
Ye Tian became a streak of golden light and plunged into the enormous dark cavern without hesitation.
As he passed through the boundary membrane that seemed to separate the realms of the living and the dead, the scenery abruptly changed.
The space was boundless, as though a shattered Small World had been forcibly crammed deep underground.
The earth beneath his feet was dark red, stained by the endless blood of gods and devils. Even after countless millions of years, its color had not faded, and it still exuded a nauseating stench of blood and a savage aura of slaughter.
"Woooo!"
The wind echoed in his ears, yet sounded like countless departed souls weeping, recounting the sorrow of ages past.
Ye Tian walked across the desolate land, crunching nameless bone fragments beneath his feet. His expression was grave, golden light flowing through his Double Pupils as he remained alert to his surroundings.
The laws here were shattered beyond recognition. The Great Dao's chains of order hung broken in the void like tangled hemp. Terrifying spatial turbulence occasionally swept past, powerful enough to shred a True God's flesh with ease.
"What a terrifying place... What happened here?"
Ye Tian murmured, extending a hand to catch a drifting flake of ash.
The moment the ash touched his fingertip, it actually conveyed a feeling of sorrow.
These were the ashes left after a civilization, an entire era, had perished.
The farther he ventured, the stronger the oppressive sensation became.
A scent of decay permeated the air—the breath of a severed path to eternal life, of withered immortality.
At last, after traveling for an unknown length of time, Ye Tian stopped.
His gaze locked firmly onto the far end of his vision.
There stood