This was a world that was extremely desolate, yet filled with the breath of age and vicissitudes.
The sky was dim, the ground cracked, as if it had suffered a severe drought.
On the ground, corpses could be seen everywhere, but these corpses were already dried up, and there was no flesh or blood, only bones.
Those bones, after countless years of being exposed to the wind and sun, seemed as if they would turn into flying ash upon a light touch.
This place was endless at a glance, even more desolate than the Demon God World, also known as the Gate of Deer Chasing, with dark clouds pressing down in the void, and some birds flying by from time to time.
The presence of these birds was terrifying. They seemed small, like crows, but when they flew across the sky, their cold gazes made everyone who saw them shrink their necks.
