The pale sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting pale white spots on the ink-black ground.
The desolate roadside forest, each tree stood tall, with dewy marks on the bark. The wind whistling by their ears was like resentful spirits gnawing at decaying skin.
The mournful cawing of the black crow on the dead tree seemed to recount all the events that once transpired here.
"Young Master Ye, did we go the wrong way? It was still clear skies outside, but here it's so gloomy and dark."
Zeng Shan spoke cautiously, afraid of encountering something ominous.
"I don't know. I feel a strange magnetic field here. Look at these trees, the leaves are so rotten but haven't fallen off."
Ye Tian pointed at a tree and said gravely to Zeng Shan.
Everything here felt mysterious. What exactly was that Netherworld Pearl? Ye Tian had just called out to Little White in his Sea of Consciousness but did not see it within the Creation and Transformation Stele.
