As Yuan looked around, his gaze was met with a vast sea of crimson grass, its color disturbingly similar to dried blood. In the distance stood half-collapsed mountains, their jagged remains looming like silent witnesses to an ancient catastrophe.
The spiritual energy in the area was abundant and richer than anything he'd experienced in the Nine Heavens.
Yuan assumed he had arrived somewhere within the Nine Heavens, but his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a sensation that made his brows knit tightly together.
It was an overwhelming foul smell—a stench so powerful that he was startled he hadn't noticed it sooner.
"Fuck!" Yuan cursed aloud, instinctively pinching his nose.
The smell was so bad that Yuan felt like he had fallen into an ocean of decomposing bodies.
Although he was shaken for a moment, Yuan quickly composed himself, and that's when he realized something.
"This smell… It's the same as that place… Did I—"
