Land of The Fallen Gods
Yun Lintian activated his Eyes of Heaven, his gaze piercing through the veil of desolation, seeking the source of this pervasive negativity. He noticed faint traces of God Marks etched into the landscape, their power weakened but still palpable.
These God Marks were different from those that formed the barrier around the Central Region. They were not designed to repel or protect, but to amplify and perpetuate the chaotic energy, trapping the souls of the fallen and binding them to this cursed land.
"Now I understand why Senior Ling said this isn't a place for the living," Yun Lintian said with a heavy heart. He couldn't imagine what kind of battle had taken place here.
Hongyue and the others scanned the surroundings. Although they couldn't see as clearly as Yun Lintian, they could sense the oppressive aura from the bones and remains. It was as though they were looking at True Gods themselves.