Boom~~
In an instant, Jiang Fan's spiritual sense spread out, enveloping all directions.
This was an extremely vast open space, with no end in sight.
On the grounds stood rows of towering, ancient buildings, numbering in the hundreds or thousands.
Originally, this was the Scripture Pavilion of the Primordial Talisman Sect, where the sect's talisman secret manuals and cultivation insights were preserved through the ages. But now, most of these buildings were in ruins, walls covered in cracks, rooflines collapsed, the former glory gone.
If it were only that, it might still be tolerable.
The entire Inheritance Land was shrouded in a dense layer of black demonic qi, swirling like dark clouds, blocking the sunlight, plunging the area into perpetual darkness. The air was heavy with a nauseating, putrid stench that made one want to retch.
