The westernmost reaches of the Myriad Heavens North Sea were a desolate expanse abandoned by both time and karma.
Here, there were neither surging ocean waves nor the serene, auspicious mists of divine islands and immortal mountains.
As far as the eye could see, there was only endless blackish-brown frozen earth.
It seemed to have been watered by the dried blood of countless gods and devils after their deaths.
It radiated a heart-chilling sense of devastation and desolation.
A gray haze shrouded the land year-round—the tribulation ash left behind after the collapse of the Great Dao.
Every speck of dust that fell weighed as much as a mountain, enough to crush the spine of a True God.
Burial Land.
It was a name that made billions of living beings in the Northern Sea turn pale at its mere mention.
A Life Forbidden Zone even stranger and more despair-inducing than the Primordial Ancient Mine.
If the Primordial Ancient Mine was a nest of primordial creatures, nurturing Primordial Divinities and sinister horrors,
Then the Burial Land was the final destination of the Myriad Heavens and Worlds, the kingdom of the dead.
It was a land of final endings that had buried the splendor of epoch after epoch.
Strictly speaking, it did not belong to the territory of the Myriad Heavens North Sea.
Instead, it lay along the fringe where the Northern Sea's spatial barriers were weakest.
Deep within the Burial Land, it was said, lay a passage to a chaotic void that could neither be described nor explored nor gazed upon directly!
It was a realm of nothingness where laws were utterly disordered—or did not exist at all.
Space and time lost their meaning there, karma snapped apart, and only eternal chaos storms raged, capable of assimilating everything tangible and intangible.
Weathered