The ancient area was desolated. When the sky darkened, the space remained precarious, with spatial cracks occasionally appearing.
Mu Chen and the rest stood on a hill, looking around the ancient space that the entire Tianluo Continent was eyeing. A vast piece of land was outside the hill. Within it, they could see mountains, with ancient halls situated upon their peaks.
If they looked even further, they could see rocky islands hanging in the sky. However, these rocky islands were deserted, as this place had been dormant for a long time.
Mu Chen looked at the deserted space and sniffed. He then looked at Nine Nether and Lin Jing, his face turning grave. The entire trio could sense some eerie auras that had been left behind.
These auras were faint, and only those who were extremely astute could detect them. Although the auras were faint, Mu Chen and his companions could still feel an indescribable oppression coming from them.
