Two days later.
The pale blood-colored space, downstream of a river.
Swish!
A tall and sturdy youth, all alone, drifted from the outer region of the space, leaping towards his destination.
"The Central Garden is close now..."
Chen Yu stowed away the beastskin map in his hand, looking off into the distance at a mystical garden enveloped by a pale blood-colored membrane of light.
Within the blood-colored membrane, one could vaguely discern some desolate ancient structures.
That place was the center of the Blood Burial Garden, once owned by one powerhouse after another in this secret realm, resulting in many legends that had persisted throughout time.
After achieving Great Success with his Copper Statue Technique, Chen Yu had ventured alone, inching closer to the Central Garden.
During these two days.
Chen Yu occasionally encountered disciples from either the Three Sects Camp or the Bone Demon Palace.
Strangely.
