Sighing deeply, Xiao Chen bid farewell to Jiuzhou and the Four Directions World, stepping into the World of Death.
A shred of hope still lingered in his heart—had the Otherworldly Ancestral Gods truly annihilated all the cultivators near the Divine Village back then?
Was it possible that someone had survived that catastrophic tribulation? He wanted to search thoroughly in the Death Continent; perhaps there was still one last surprise waiting for him.
As Xiao Chen entered the World of Death and passed through the Divine Village, his expression froze. In the past, he had already stripped that land away and buried it within Jiuzhou, but now it seemed as though someone had submerged it once again, forming an immense burial mound that resembled a mountain.
"Who came here to bury it? Did someone truly survive?"
Xiao Chen explored with his divine sense but discovered nothing. Then he continued toward the depths of the Death Continent.
