At the very center of the Evil Ghost Abyss, there lie winding mountain ranges.
At this moment.
A blood moon hangs high, and as the red moonlight spreads, the thick layers of fog are also draped in a red veil.
This place is almost always shrouded in mist throughout the years.
Yet, when it reaches certain areas, these layers of fog will automatically bypass them.
If observed from a god's perspective, one would find that scattered among these mountain ranges are hundreds of ponds, no matter how dense the fog, once it reaches the vicinity of these ponds, it automatically disperses.
Even when the moonlight shines on these ponds, it seems to become clear.
At this moment.
In one of the hundreds of ponds, Qingxuan's Divine Soul curiously glanced around.
"Master, is this the Evil Ghost Abyss?" Qingxuan observed the surroundings, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
The name Evil Ghost Abyss alone conjures a place where malevolent spirits gather.
