Beneath Ye Yun's feet at this moment was a large, flat stone, unimaginably massive, almost like a small continent stretching into the distance.
The size of the stone did not surprise Ye Yun.
The key point was the surface of the stone, where crimson patterns were distributed, and the intersecting parts of these patterns were connected by crimson lines.
These dark red lines continued extending into the depths of the mist, disappearing from view.
Among the lines.
Bursting with surging blood energy, continuously flowing in and subsequently entering those patterns.
Transmitting all the way, finally extending into the distance.
"As I expected, the deep part of the Unborn Secret Realm has arrangements; this bizarre great formation continuously absorbs the blood energy of dead cultivators..."
Ye Yun spoke softly.
"Master, this is indeed a grand setup.
