This is the depths of Dragon Burial Valley, desolate as if abandoned at the end of time, with occasional creatures like vipers and Poison Scorpions, and sometimes lizards poking their heads out from the dunes, only to retreat in fear at the sound of ghostly laughter.
Jiang Chunyang laughed manically, devouring the immense black mist like a struggling ghost into his mouth. He coughed out a mouthful of black blood, dark clots within it, like fragments of organs.
He swung his hand; now in the Ancient God Realm, he must suppress his rank to the lowest tier of Holy Land Level. Facing a desperate attack from an Ancestor requires paying a certain price. Especially since he is already a dying man with a deteriorating body, like a pile of forcibly assembled bones ready to fall apart at any moment.
Well, that description might not be quite accurate.
It's more like an old set of electronic components forming a classic television.
