No one has ever returned after entering the Netherworld Mountain.
Therefore, everyone is deeply afraid of the Netherworld Mountain. In a radius of hundreds of miles, no creature dares to linger.
Not even a village can be seen.
All that is visible is barrenness and dead silence, and in the center, an ordinary dead mountain.
Chaos's figure descended from the void.
As soon as Xu Zimei's foot stepped into this realm, an endless death aura surged toward him.
Aiming to destroy his entire being.
His body aged at a speed visible to the flesh eye, and it wouldn't be long before he turned into white bone.
A leaf from the Tree of Life in Xu Zimei's body fluttered down, blocking all this death aura.
Only then could he walk toward the Netherworld Mountain at ease.
After walking for over ten minutes, he didn't see a single figure, feeling so isolated as if he were a solitary ghost.
Reaching the foot of the mountain, Xu Zimei looked up at the Netherworld Mountain.
