Inside the barrier, there were still traces of scorched earth everywhere. It looked utterly devoid of life, saturated with a despair-inducing aura that stirred fear in the heart.
Even just glancing at it from afar would make one feel a chill all over, as if plunging into the depths of ice.
This sensation seeped into the bone marrow, something even a Cultivator would find extremely hard to withstand.
Qin An took in the scene before him, a grave weight rising in his heart.
The sight before his eyes seemed even more miserable than the Colorless Forbidden Land, almost completely bereft of vitality.
After all, though the Colorless Forbidden Land was also quite tragic, at least there were still living people there, and even when driven to a dead end, they still retained the strength to resist.
But this world was a boundless desolation; raising his eyes to look, he could not see even half a living soul.
