A remnant of the Heavenly Dao left divine traces; through the eternal ghost gate, I walked at will

Boom!

Beyond the Bronze Giant Gate, a hundred thousand zhang tall and etched with savage sword scars and the ravages of time, another entirely different universe seemed to lie hidden.

Ye Tian led the way, his robes, whiter than snow, giving off a faint glow.

He stepped inside, feeling something hard and icy beneath his feet.

Looking down, he discovered that the foundation of this so-called Road to Hell was paved entirely with the remains of countless primordial gods and devils. Those translucent, jade-like bones.

Those remnants of Imperial Dao bodies gleaming with dark gold had long since lost their former divine might under the erosion of endless ages, reduced to paving stones.

Gray mist churned ahead, thick with the Nine Hells Death Aura.

And a faint, elusive trace of Imperial Dao pressure powerful enough to crush the ages.

Yin winds howled around their ears, like billions of wraiths wailing in anguish, every cry weeping blood and piercing straight into their divine souls.

"Master, the aura here is terribly strange. Even the Divine Phoenix True Blood within me feels some inexplicable suppression."

Huang Ruoxi followed closely behind Ye Tian, a solemn look appearing on her exquisite face.

The laws in the surrounding void were incomplete, and the essence of heaven and earth had been drained dry. Only pure death and corruption flowed here.

Xiao Yan gripped the Black-Weight Ruler tightly in both hands. Under the gusts of yin wind, the heavenly flames wreathing him were pressed flat against his skin, crackling explosively.

Su Qinglian and Eli were also on full alert, their wary gazes sweeping across this unknown realm of death.

Ye Tian remained composed. Golden runes slowly circulated within his double pupils, deep as abysses, effortlessly piercing the layers of illusion ahead.

"The purest wills of slaughter and destruction