This was a stretch of graves spanning ten thousand miles, with no end in sight.
Apart from Su Mo and the others who had suddenly arrived, there were no people or any other living things.
It was as though a land of death had been sealed within this unknown crevice between heaven and earth.
Su Mo passed one gravestone after another. Each bore only a simple name, its lettering flowing yet profound.
Every gravestone gave off a trace of yin power. Countless traces converged into a river of dead water, flowing toward some unknown place.
The Death River had its headwaters here, but where did its lower reaches flow...
Su Mo walked forward in silence, heading into the depths of these ten thousand miles of desolate graves.
The people behind him followed his footsteps, neither too close nor too far away, not daring to approach too closely or fall too far behind.
Su Mo's mystery and strangeness kept them from daring to approach, yet the strangeness of this place kept them from daring to stray too far.
The yin energy here was extremely heavy. It no longer merely suppressed their cultivation; it had even begun to erode their divine souls a little.
Every step was exceedingly difficult, yet when they looked toward Su Mo ahead, they saw him walking with remarkable ease. They could only follow with all their strength.
In silence, they walked deeper and deeper...
Su Mo soon caught up with Immortal Ziyu ahead. Carrying the coffin on his back, Immortal Ziyu walked into the depths one step at a time, his gaze firm and unwavering.
The surrounding yin power grew ever denser, and Immortal Ziyu's body began continuously radiating rosy dawn light.
It seemed that the great power of rules here was "burial"...
Burying those who ought