After bidding farewell to the Ancient God of Stars, Xu Zimo headed straight north.
After walking for a long time, Xu Zimo finally saw the exit of the Ghostly Weeping Tree Forest in the distance.
He drew a quiet breath inward.
Having walked through this identical tree forest for so long, he could not help feeling somewhat stifled.
Fortunately, he encountered no more attacks along the way.
It seemed that this forest was the territory of the Ancient God of Stars, and no living creature dared enter it.
After walking for a while longer, Xu Zimo finally emerged from the forest.
The view before him instantly opened up.
Xu Zimo gazed into the distance ahead.
Beyond the forest lay a plain.
Only, the plain was dotted with mounds of earth, large and small.
These mounds more readily brought grave mounds to mind.
Locust trees and cypresses had been planted before many of the mounds.
A light rain gradually began to fall from the sky.
Strangely, the rain fell only upon the plain.
The moment it entered the forest, the rain stopped again.
The atmosphere was exceedingly gloomy and sinister.
A gentle breeze drifted past him, and the locust trees in the distance swayed their branches.
Like demons and monsters, baring their fangs and brandishing their claws.
A yellowed scrap of cloth drifted through the air on the breeze.
"Compared with true great terror, what do these amount to?"
Xu Zimo chuckled, stepped onto the plain, and slowly walked in.
He had barely taken two steps when the soil beneath the mounds began to loosen.
Skeleton after skeleton crawled out from beneath the ground.
These skeletons were roughly the same size as ordinary humans, hollow blue flames burning in their eye sockets.
The plain stretched vast and boundless, and the