Fang Yang's mouth curled slightly, as he lifted his head, his face carrying a faint smile, truly a bit curious now.
Only after a brief observation did he realize that the entire river was pitch-black, its surface covered with pale faces, and deeper within the stream, there occasionally appeared pairs of eyes.
All of the eyes were black, and the figures they belonged to were immense, standing upright in the depths of the water, emitting a bizarre and eerie aura, some of them even bound with shackles.
The shackles were enormous and chillingly cold, piercing through the clavicles of these gigantic figures and nailing them firmly in the water, rendering them immobile.
This place was no longer the world of men!
It was an entirely new universe, a forbidden zone for life where any cultivator setting foot here would probably feel a tremor deep within their soul, trembling with caution, as if walking on thin ice.
