To describe what lay before their eyes as a cemetery no longer seemed appropriate.
Tall trees loomed all around.
Flying dry snow.
There was not a tombstone in sight, nor was there any noise to be heard.
It hardly seemed like a false dream.
Luo Yu had been fortunate enough to see Lord Gu Changzhi's "Four Seasons Wilderness" before, where trees and snow thrived, bearing no relation to the scene of the Divine Wilderness… Instead, it resembled a genuine world of ice and snow.
"Is this... really the Disaster Realm?"
Luo Yu followed the old man forward, his spiritual power firmly suppressed by powerful rules, unable to release itself from his body, the suppression on spiritual power here was outrageously severe.
Even the "Infinite Scale" of Gu Qilin was tightly pressed just a few feet behind him, where only the shadow of a shaking black balance could be seen.
As titled, he could only barely utilize some spiritual power.
The Infinite Scale swayed from side to side.
