Beside the road stood a jagged boulder, inscribed with the three large characters "Yin Yang Realm," its time of erection unknown.
Whoosh!
A fierce, eerie wind roared, and Li Yan, staring at the boulder, was surprised to discover that the characters "Yin Yang Realm" began to bleed.
In an instant, the scent of blood assailed him, and piles of white bones appeared beneath the boulder; the mountain path, distant palaces, all became blurry.
Li Yan rubbed his eyes, and all the illusions vanished instantly.
But as he began to gaze at the boulder again, the strong scent of blood returned to his nose, and the same illusions reappeared.
Li Yan quickly lowered his head, not daring to look anymore.
His heart was exceedingly shocked.
This place felt somewhat like a kind of array, but not quite; it seemed as if the Innate Astral Qi of this renowned mountain had already transformed, capable of influencing people through divine skills.
