Outside, a powerful stone man appeared.
Blood qi surged skyward around him, sweeping across the heavens like a vast ocean and staining the entire sky crimson. He resembled an immense mountain.
This towering stone man belonged to the Saint Spirit Race. A stone wolf and a wild fox followed beside him.
"Your Highness Wu Gu, this is the place. According to the records left by the Ancient Beast Venerable, the Demon Well is in the Burial Ground of Gods and Ghosts within Great Moon Slope!" The wild fox looked at the stone man fawningly.
"Good. If it really is here, I will credit you with a great merit!"
After a million years, any existence would be annihilated. Even the bones of Saints, said to be imperishable, could not escape this calamity.
Jiang Zhu parted the mist and traveled another dozen or so miles when he suddenly saw a great black river surging toward him. Its vast waters flowed silently from the depths of the Burial Ground of Gods and Ghosts.
"The Netherworld River!"
Jiang Zhu exclaimed softly. This was the legendary netherworld water that originated in the Netherworld, a rarity in the world, yet here it formed an entire great river.
He approached the bank and felt the waves of icy chill emanating from the black water. This netherworld vapor alone could corrode the flesh of ordinary Saints.
Corpses occasionally drifted downstream. Though long since rotten, they still retained human forms and were far from turning to ashes of calamity.
"These drifting corpses were all Saint Realm experts. Endless ages have passed since the Primordial Era, yet they can still remain in this world. Where exactly does the end of this Netherworld River lead?"
With the peacock and the Nine-Tailed Crocodile Dragon, Jiang Zhu followed the bank upstream. Corpses