Jiang Chen leaped down into the grave pit, squeezing in beside the eerie mass. He looked at the black-and-red writing around him and sensed a bone-deep hatred, along with resentment that had settled over thousands of years.
And an extremely strange, indescribable aura.
He observed it carefully and found that it bore some resemblance to the aura given off by those divine souls in Divine Spirit Valley, but it was far more uncanny.
"This thing also came from a Yin God, and one at the very top?"
Jiang Chen murmured.
He understood that Divine Spirit Valley originated from the deities in the Gods' Mausoleum, one of the six great Living Person Forbidden Zones.
And as everyone knew, the Yin Gods in those six true restricted zones were on an entirely different level from those in the sub-restricted zones.
The descent of a mere strand of their will would probably be enough to horrify an ordinary Yin God.
"This Grave Region actually has ties to a Yin God on the level of the six great restricted zones. No wonder even the ruler of Blood-Colored City didn't dare touch these graves."
It seemed that the sinister ritual in which human experts had collectively buried themselves all those years ago had been no coincidence. A terrifying will had been guiding it.
After figuring all this out, Jiang Chen's brows knitted even tighter.
Some things that had happened in the past went far beyond his imagination. The destruction of each great era back then had probably been the result of countless hidden hands working together.
It was too dark.
Had an ordinary person learned so many secrets, they would probably have long since fallen into the abyss of despair.
Even with the Monster Transformation System, considerable strength, and numerous trump cards, he still felt,