The immortal realm

The ground was dyed red, and all the sand and gravel in the mountains moved.

Countless plants burst out from the ground, and under the seemingly endless irrigation of the Emperor essence, they fought to be the first to succeed.

The mountains that were bare during the day seemed to have a layer of emerald green hair at this moment.

Exuberant vitality surged like a tide, and a sense of exuberance hit him in the face.

The movements of the birds and beasts were also obvious.

Under the mountain stream, there was a deep pond. It was as quiet as death, without any movement of living beings.

White bones covered the ground, and thin black vines stretched out from the gaps of the bones. As the night wind blew, flowers that looked like ghostly faces bloomed.

At this moment, the waterfall and the deep pool were all dry.