Qilin Immortal Palace, First Layer, Living Burial Area.
When Gu Jianlin regained consciousness, his entire body was already drenched in cold sweat, gasping for air in large gulps.
Howling winds whipped against his face, lifting the stray locks of hair on his forehead.
He raised his head to look—above the Sky Dome, the surface of a flowing sea shimmered, with light inexplicably piercing through.
The light resembled auroras, flowing in the darkness, radiant and dazzling.
Beneath his feet lay a cracked, scorched wasteland, with gaps filled with bubbling molten lava.
Massive stone pillars surged into the sky, piercing through the flowing seawater on the Sky Dome, reaching even higher realms.
A shadowy dense forest sprawled across the expanse, with giant crown-like trees stretching skyward, faint wolf howls echoing within.
Black crows flapped their wings across the sky, their feathers covered with blood-red pupils.
