This is a desolate land.
The sun and moon give no light.
Only endless remnants of broken blades.
There are countless corpse bones.
The soil is dark red, as if countless blood has soaked into this land.
The remnants of broken blades still have sharp edges, cold light piercing the flesh.
Blood Evil Qi is everywhere, permeating the world, chilling the soul.
Entering this broken Grotto Heaven, there are still various checkpoints, layer upon layer of verification.
With the light of the guide, we finally entered the depths of the Ancestral Land.
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In the grand hall of the Ancestral Land.
This ancient temple had fallen from the Heavenly Realm, dilapidated beyond repair.
Such a temple, upon entering the world, should have transformed into a Holy Land, becoming an Immortal God Arena.
However, generations of Gods of War spent nearly two thousand years dismantling it piece by piece, finally relocating the ancient temple into the Ancestral Land.
