"This place is truly worthy of being called the Burning Man Valley, where everyone died a violent death. It's quite surprising that it has not evolved into the Land of Yin and Sha," Xuan Chen Zhenren stood atop a blood-red summit, with the Compass in his hand spinning wildly as if it was about to go crazy.
"Maybe the people who met their violent ends here all had a certain standard, not wanting to transform into something that makes one's hair stand on end," Li Qing joked with a light laugh, "Although it's a joke, from what I've communicated with them, they indeed seem quite respectable."
"The fundamental reason for quality is rules," Xuan Chen Zhenren shook his head, "This place resembles the open palm of a hand; there must have been some presence here from the beginning. Moreover, the power of the terrain has neutralized those resentful spirits."
