In front of Chu Xiu, there was a gigantic chasm. No, rather than a chasm, it was more like a heaven-sent rift that cleaved the entire world in half.
Chu Xiu felt like he was standing on the edge of a bottomless abyss, with the cold wind swirling up from below. Looking down, there was only swirling mist in the darkness.
A faint glow scattered from above, and Chu Xiu looked up to find a large, silver sun that was unbelievably massive, occupying nearly half the sky. The sunlight was not harsh; bathing in its rays did not bring warmth but rather a bone-chilling cold. It hung there, lonely, adding even more eeriness to this already desolate world.
"So this is the [Hundred Ghosts Melting Furnace] world..."
A world shrouded in Yin Qi, devoid of life.
"Crack, crack."
Chu Xiu moved his body slightly, and the abundant blood energy immediately dispelled the coldness.
Behind him, the Garuda's Wings flapped, and with just a flicker, he soared thousands of meters into the sky.
