As Su Mo fell with Gu Yu in his arms, he seemed to see that strange man glance at him from afar...
And as he fell, he seemed to distinctly feel himself pass through a strange teleportation before appearing here.
But before he could react, the two struck the ground, their souls jolting violently.
Su Mo landed underneath him and abruptly coughed up a mouthful of blood.
Gu Yu immediately got up and helped Su Mo up, asking anxiously, "How are you? Are you hurt?"
Su Mo shook his head and sat up, taking pills from inside his robes and swallowing them. Then he drew a deep breath and recovered his bearings.
"Where are we?" Su Mo surveyed his surroundings, seeing desolation stretching beyond sight.
This ancient wasteland stretched endlessly, sand and gravel flying across ground littered with nothing but stones and abandoned weapons.
Beneath the dim sky, there were no birds or beasts, only bones strewn everywhere, without a trace of life.
As far as the eye could see, ruin stretched for ten thousand miles.
An enormous axe a thousand feet long was embedded in the ground, its handle reaching into the sky, spanning the earth like a mountain range barring the way.
"This is inside Ghost Gate, and it's also the Primordial Battlefield! The place where the Confucian Sage resisted foreign enemies ten thousand years ago!" Just then, a voice came from a pit not far from Su Mo.
Su Mo looked over. A hand struggled up over the edge of the pit, followed by another, and then a youthful face appeared at its mouth.
The man struggled out of the pit, and only then could Su Mo see him clearly: a young man whose unremarkable appearance nevertheless carried an air of the Dao.
"What rotten luck. Of