The sky in June, it was summer, but an inexplicable chill swept across the mortal world, making everything feel eerily off.
As if this horrifying battle had thrown the order of heaven and earth into chaos, even flipping the four seasons upside down.
How bizarre.
Blackhead Duck, who was in the middle of measuring the land, suddenly let out a squawk: "I can't find his position. What the hell, this Emperor has roamed the cultivation world for millions of years—what grand scene haven't I seen? What Emperor Mausoleum, graves, Yin and Yang, Nine Palaces, Wu Ji—what haven't I dug up? So why the hell is the layout here so damn weird?"
"Duck bro, can you actually do this or not?" Xu Feng at the side expressed his doubts.
If it were in the past, Blackhead Duck would probably have jumped up and knocked on his skull, but now… it couldn't even be bothered to acknowledge Xu Feng.
