Godfall Mound lay in the central region of the Heavenly Domain. It was neither a single mountain nor a plain, but a vast, boundless expanse of shattered terrain.
The spiritual energy here was utterly chaotic, sometimes turning into violent energy currents, sometimes condensing into sharp spatial fragments. Ordinary Great Emperors who entered would be shredded to dust at the slightest misstep.
The terrain within the mound was complex, crisscrossed with ravines. Enormous meteorite remains lay scattered at random, covered in the marks of time and the blackened scars of battle. A faint smell of blood and decay filled the air, and even from ten thousand miles away, one could sense the killing chill of that ancient battlefield.
It was said that this had once been where the gods fell in ancient times. Countless mighty divine bodies and Divine Weapons had shattered across this land. After hundreds of millions of years, it had not only nurtured countless natural treasures imbued with divinity, but also spawned many terrifying creatures that fed on divine blood.
In addition, hundreds of faction outposts of varying sizes were scattered across Godfall Mound. There were branches of the Heavenly Domain's top sects, gathering places for alliances of independent cultivators, and even secretive races from the lower realms that had taken root here.
The factions fought year-round over resources, with deadly battles playing out almost every day.
The moment Yun Che entered the outskirts of Godfall Mound, he felt several concealed divine senses sweep over his body. They carried greed, wariness, and murderous intent. Clearly, they had taken him for easy prey traveling alone.
He paid them no mind. His figure turned into a streak of light as he headed straight into the depths of the mound.
When the cultivators watching in secret saw his astonishing speed and