A cliff in the Holy Domain.
Sang Luo's movements were restricted, so Yan had her rest and focus on her pregnancy. Yan, who rarely left his mountain, had come to accompany the two Little Angels.
The cliff was steep, at least a thousand feet high. Countless clouds and mists swirled around its midpoint. Looking down revealed a dark, bottomless abyss that inspired a sense of terrifying uncertainty.
Yan, however, could see through it all with ease. He saw that the bottom of the cliff was littered with black crosses, each nearly ten meters tall, stuck into the ground at haphazard angles and wrapped in chains. Buried beneath the earth were countless white bones, and many red-eyed carrion crows foraged everywhere, tearing at rotten flesh with their sharp beaks and greedily swallowing it down.
Even Yan's heart skipped a beat at the sight. He hadn't expected the Holy Domain, renowned for its sanctity and purity, to contain such a foul place.
