The Valley of Ten Thousand Corpses.
This was once the Zombie Alliance Headquarters—a grim and magnificent place that made the Northwest Cultivators pale with fear at its mere mention.
Now, it was nothing but a shocking wasteland of scorched, dead earth.
As far as the eye could see, the land for ten thousand miles around was covered in bottomless chasms and warped craters, as if gouged by an invisible giant's hand.
Solidified lava and shattered rock littered the charred ground. The air was thick with the acrid stench of sulfur, rotting corpses, and a strange, burnt smell—the lingering odor of Broken Laws.
The dense corpse miasma that once shrouded this place year-round had long been torn to shreds by a more violent power.
Only a thin, gray haze remained.
Of the gloomy, thousand-foot-tall palaces and pavilions built into the mountains, only broken walls and ruins were left.
