Xu Zimo fixed his gaze on the east and sped toward the source.
He moved with extreme speed, and the skeletons along the way deliberately avoided him, making way for him.
After passing several deep pits, Xu Zimo saw some corpses within them.
Every one of these corpses possessed an overwhelming aura. Even after tens of thousands of years of erosion, they showed no signs of decay.
It was hard to imagine what kind of beings they had been in life.
The weakest of these corpses had already reached Entering Sagehood, and there were no lack of God Kings among them.
Although Xu Zimo had not experienced that great battle, he could still vividly sense its brutality.
He continued onward. After passing hundreds of deep pits, he finally stopped before one particularly enormous pit.
Black Mist shrouded the surroundings of this pit, making it nearly impossible to see what lay inside.
Dense masses of skeletons stood guard all around its edge.
It was as though something important existed within.
When Xu Zimo arrived, the skeletons paused for a moment. Yet instead of stopping him, they completely dispersed.
The Black Mist before him parted into the shape of a door, as if it had long been waiting quietly for Xu Zimo's arrival.
Xu Zimo chuckled and slowly stepped into the Black Mist.
The instant he entered the Black Mist, the scene before him changed.
The sky was blanketed by vast Evil Qi, and even the earth beneath his feet had been corroded.
All manner of flowers grew here, a riot of purples and reds, every color under the sun.
Yet without exception, every flower gave off an exceedingly sinister feeling.
Amid the sea of flowers was a footpath. Looking along it, he saw a streak of red aura soaring into the