Hell

The barren land was flat. When one stepped on it, one could feel countless particles of dust rising from the ground, then slowly falling back, as if they were sinking in water.

Iron filings seemed to have been mixed into the dust, lending it a metallic gleam.

Gray and silver specks were mixed together, extending into the distance.

Other than that, no trace of life existed, nor was there any trace of anyone.

The riverbed was dry and the mountains cracked. All life seemed to have been drained away in an instant. Only the aether surging in the air like a fluid reminded Ye Qingxuan about where he was.

When he looked up, he could see the giant tree of light rising from the center of the ground in the distance. Its countless magnificent branches pierced into the sky, spreading blazing streams of light.