The Wordless Stele, as massive as a mountain, towered into the heavens. Scarlet lightning coiled around it, and the corpses of gods and demons fell endlessly in an unceasing descent.
This was a true forbidden zone—no one could approach it. Xiao Chen and his companions struggled to move forward and finally circumvented the restricted area, arriving at the deepest part of the Nether Realm.
Behind them, thunder roared and lightning danced wildly, but after bypassing the stele and entering this mysterious land, Heaven and Earth seemed to fall silent, and everything from moments before vanished.
It was an expanse of desolate wasteland—a vast, barren desert stretching endlessly beyond the horizon. The extreme stillness was a stark contrast to the chaos earlier.
From time to time, black vortices would surface across the desolate plain, rising and disappearing in waves.
