A giant tomb stood at the end of the world, incredibly tall, reaching into the clouds, appearing dark red, as if the soil had once been soaked with blood.
This was very strange and astonishing; a giant tomb had emerged, extending a pathway to this place. What did it intend to do?
Everyone was watching, each person feeling waves of unease, an indescribable oppression, as if their souls were about to be harvested.
And this was with tens of thousands of flags sealing off the heavens and earth, otherwise one could hardly imagine how terrifying the pressure of that giant tomb would be.
"Is it... the Burial Master's grave?" someone whispered, making such a judgment.
In fact, in the Different Domain, not many knew about the Burial Master, and even fewer among the nine heavens understood, barely anyone.
Inside the Bronze Prison Carriage, Shi Hao's pupils contracted sharply as he carefully observed, still silent.
