Silence, eerie silence, deathly, tomblike stillness.
It was a vast expanse shrouded in endless darkness, with no skies above nor land below, only countless, dazzling lights straddling the horizon.
Whoo!
A piercingly cold wind swept through, sending a soul-chilling cold into the body. Even Ye Xuan, at the Transcendance Tribulation Stage of cultivation, felt an inner coldness that seemed not of the flesh, but rather a direct perception from the soul.
Boom, boom, boom!
Dawn Light broke through the boundless void, with a dazzling path of light lying across beneath Ye Xuan's feet. Behind him, there came eerie and horrifying cries.
"Yin Soldiers are passing through, the living shall retreat."
This voice was devoid of any emotion, imparting a chilling sensation that seemed to emanate from the depths of the soul, as if it had existed since ancient times, almost as if it was the manifestation of the will of Heavenly Dao Laws.
Clip-clop, clip-clop!