Song Jian sent a thousand tree elves into the shattered Divine Realm, whereupon a dense woody aroma immediately permeated through the realm, carrying hints of fresh grass and wood fragrance in the air. One could even faintly hear cheerful songs and laughter.
His mind lingered in the Divine Realm only briefly before Song Jian withdrew and refocused his attention on the small town shrouded in black fog before him.
Having obtained no useful information from the strange old lady's soul, Song Jian could only continue to explore deeper into the town.
He was now certain that this town wasn't transformed from an Abyssal Fortress, but that some mysterious and unknown force was entwining itself here. However, there must be an Abyss Fortress here; otherwise, there was no explaining the plethora of Abyssal creatures.
