Just as he had speculated, starting from the thirteenth circle, the entire domain was plagued by pollution.
The world seemed to have a heartbeat, pulsating clearly.
Wang Zijia felt no discomfort whatsoever, but instead felt completely refreshed. He thought such an environment was splendid, almost like being inside Taiching Palace, washed constantly by Immortal Spirit Qi from a top spirit vein mouth.
Looking around, there was no ground anymore.
The whole world looked like the stomach of a terrifying creature, where the ground was boundless flesh and blood, and so were the trees and mountains.
The normal fierce beasts were gone; there were only terrifying demonic creatures shuttling through the flesh.
Each one of them was a deeply mutated, comparable to creatures that built nests in the outside world.
They shuttled through the ground's flesh and blood, devouring it wantonly.
