This place was a thriving red maple forest, where ancient maple trees connected into a single expanse, covering heaven and earth in a blood-red hue.
The red maple leaves danced in the void from time to time, crystal-clear, as if one could see the vein-like stripes within the leaves.
A light fragrance lingered intermittently in this expanse of heaven and earth.
The forest was screened by trees, and in the light breeze swaying the ancient trees, a mottled ancient aura drifted.
With a gust of wind, endless fallen leaves rustled down, and pieces of red leaves fluttered densely, as if a swath of blood had dyed the heaven and earth in red, scattering all around.
Even though the battle had long passed, there was still a bleak, lonely atmosphere lingering here.
In the distance, one ancient tombstone after another, already riddled with holes and isolated, carried a mottled and heavy aura of the ages.
Zhou Yan woke up from his enlightenment and left the place.