The hazy sensation grew stronger, as if a bucket of paint had been poured over him.
Soon, Qin An's vision transitioned from blurry to clear.
"Where am I now?"
He raised his hands, looked at them, and felt a sense of reality, immediately realizing that he seemed to have entered this place not in his physical form, but rather his spirit had been drawn here by some unknown force.
Qin An squinted and looked around, discovering an utterly terrifying scene, with ruins and scorched earth filling the sky.
Black smoke swirled around, forming the only melody.
Aside from the scorched earth and darkness, there were corpses lying everywhere. Every place his eyes landed on was filled with extremely terrifying corpses.
Each of these bodies was incomplete, stacked layer upon layer.
The further he went, the more corpses there were, and at the end, they piled up into a mountain.
The air was suffused with a frigid chill, as if it could pull Qin An into an endless abyss at any moment.
