Lu Chen walked through the God-and-Ghost Burial Ground, dispersing the white mist as he advanced step by step toward its deepest reaches. Before long, the sight before him shook him to his core.
Corpses lay strewn across the ground, dripping with blood, as though the battle had only just ended. In the space of a few miles, he had already seen the remains of more than a dozen Ancient Saints.
Some belonged to the Human Race, others to the Demon Race. There were even incomplete Saint Spirits...
Yet as Lu Chen passed through the area, those corpses all crumbled into ash, vanishing like smoke amid the sound of his footsteps.
This abandoned land dated back to the Mythological Era, at least several million years ago. Time had worn away everything, even Saint Bones said to be imperishable.
Breaking through the mist, Lu Chen traveled several dozen miles with the Golden Crow and came upon a great black river surging forward. It was vast, yet utterly silent, rushing out from the depths of the God-and-Ghost Burial Ground.
"The River of the Dead!"
Lu Chen was slightly startled. This was Netherworld water, said to originate in the Netherworld and rarely seen in the mortal world, yet here it had formed an entire river.
He approached the bank and felt waves of icy chill rising from the black water. Without his incomparably powerful physique, the vapor alone would have corroded his flesh.
Silence reigned in every direction. White mist curled through the air, strangely out of place in this land of death. Lu Chen followed the black River of the Dead upstream, occasionally seeing a corpse or two drift past the bank.
The aura of death washed over them, making them feel as though they had entered the Netherworld Land. Only after traveling