In the distance.
Lin Tian already caught sight of the Dead Spirit Pond.
All around.
Piles of ruins like mountains.
Crumbling walls, skeletal remains, broken swords, and tattered banners scattered high up.
This place, either remnants of ancient city walls or the collapse of ancient buildings after a great battle.
Aged aura, vast like an arching rainbow, rushing forth from afar.
However.
After countless years of decay and corrosion in this Dead Spirit Swamp, everything is shrouded in thick black smoke.
Compared to before.
The toxic mist and miasma of the swamp here are even more intense and astonishing.
However.
Within the surrounding few miles of the Dead Spirit Pond, sparse vegetation grows.
In stark contrast with the vast ruins and endless swamp land.
Farther in, lies a shimmering pond like a mirror.
Above it, spiraling spiritual energy, rising like tidal waves, vast like an arching rainbow, erupting into the sky.
Such grandeur, invisible outside the swamp land.
