Eye Hidden in the Sky

The pitch-black underworld river ebbed and flowed, and the countless faces floating on it continued to wail and scream.

They were all members of the Ancient Spirit Race. After receiving the curse, they couldn't rest in peace even in death, sinking into a sea of pain.

Even though they had long lost their consciousness and were only left with instincts, this torture still existed.

The voice was mournful and ear-piercing.

To people who heard it for the first time, they would feel very uncomfortable and their minds might even be torn apart. However, after listening for an entire day, Xu Qing was already used to it.

At that moment, he was standing on the river and looking at the sky.

In the dusky sky that was filled with fog, his Purple Moon continuously emitted purple moonlight. The poison mist that lingered in front of the moon seemed to have enveloped the moonlight with a layer of poison gauze.