The vast and desolate gray-black plains are littered with massive weathered beast bones, standing like tombstones, silently speaking of the brutality of an ancient battlefield.
The space here is more solid than in the Lower Realm, but it's also riddled with fine cracks, with chaotic energy streams occasionally darting out like ghosts, only to be devoured by the omnipresent ancient Evil Qi.
A streak of silver-gray light slices silently across the plains like a meteor tearing through a somber sky.
Si Lingle wore simple Qingyi, with a slightly cold Identity Jade hanging from her waist.
Ten years of seclusion and traversing through the Ten Thousand Realms have washed away some of her past sharpness, refining it into a restrained sharpness and composure.
Her Late-stage Earth Immortal cultivation, combined with Divine Sense repeatedly tempered by the Void Law and more precise control over space, allowed her to navigate this unfamiliar Realm with ease.
