Sun Wukong passed by many dead and silent worlds, but nowhere was quite like this—a true land of doomsday.
All Heavenly Dao, all spells, lost their effectiveness on the land of Hongmeng.
"There's not even fire."
Sun Wukong watched as the small flame he finally managed to conjure in his hand disappeared in an instant.
Before him lay the shriveled corpse, clearly not long dead, with shards of battle armor still clinging to the body.
This too was a formidable creature, perhaps inadvertently entered this realm and died here.
Sun Wukong wanted to cremate the corpse, but could not raise a flame.
"Forget it."
Sun Wukong put away his spell.
He wasn't surprised that he couldn't cast spells, but he was perplexed—this land could reduce power, but it shouldn't be lethal.
He and Emperor Donghua moved forward and saw several more corpses.
"Be careful."
Sun Wukong said to Emperor Donghua, "There's something tricky about this place."
Emperor Donghua nodded.
