Over a month later.
On the border of Song State, at Red Sun Slope.
The sky subtly glowed blood red, with no sun, only layers of blood-red clouds drifting and swirling low, as if they were countless swollen cotton pieces about to fall any moment.
The ground was barren, covered only with some sticky black soil.
In the middle of the black land, there was a straight grey road leading to a tall, dilapidated black watchtower in the distance.
Lin Xin walked slowly along the grey road, with no one around, not even an insect or a small animal in sight. Looking around, both sides were endless expanses of black barren land.
On the wasteland, there was nothing but densely packed mounds of grave hills, so many that Lin Xin, who initially planned to count them, had to give up.
The wind howled loudly, eerily like some strange human crying.
Lin Xin had arrived here non-stop, following the method recorded in the Jade Slip.
