Ye Qingchen's momentum was vigorous, his wings fluttered, and he chased after the black light.

The black light was fast, nimbly shuttling through the dense forest, dragging a long black tail behind it.

The dense forest is deep, in the inner perimeter of the Thorn Mountain, it is clear that the spirit beast should inhabit, and the danger is everywhere, but Ye Qingchen can't feel the slightest breath of life.

She was in the middle of it, as if she was in an endless hell, eerie and cold, creepy.

Ahead, the black aura is getting stronger and stronger. This dense forest seemed to be shrouded in black mist, and the black light submerged into the black aura, like a stone sinking into the sea, and soon disappeared.

Such an abnormal scene made Ye Qingchen's heart alarm bell, and he didn't dare to step forward again.

Landing on the ground, Ye Qingchen looked around.

In the dense forest, the black air rushed to the sky, and more ghostly voices came low, one after another, as if from the netherworld, the ghosts cried wolf, very terrifying.

All the creatures around are not alive. The bones of some birds and beasts can be seen everywhere on the ground, and even the flowers and trees are gray in color, no longer green and vibrant, and lifeless.

Ye Qingchen felt an inexplicable force seeping into her body from the surface of her body, with a rotten force, trying to wither her life.

However, it seemed that she felt the breath of the Vermilion Bird Sacred Fire rooted in her body, and before the strange power could erode her, she hurriedly escaped, or was directly purified by the breath of the Vermilion Bird Holy Fire.

"No, we must get out of here!" the adventurer's instinct told her, and there was mortal danger ahead. Her strength is weak now, but she doesn't want to be reborn and lose her life.

Such a thought flashed, and Ye Qingchen was about to leave, when a piano sound sounded faintly in her mind. The sound of the piano is leisurely, as if it comes from another world, and it is separated by a long river of time, giving people an ethereal feeling.

Ye Qingchen's heart fluttered, Qingming's vision began to blur, and a sense of distress tried to occupy her mind.

Ye Qingchen gritted his teeth and desperately stayed awake.

The sound of the piano, the artistic conception is far-reaching, sometimes low, sometimes high-pitched, Ye Qingchen seems to see a vast territory, the gods are coming, a big battle, the sky is falling apart, the sun and the moon are dark.

The environment around us is constantly changing. What was originally a dense forest surrounded by the decaying Thorn Mountain gradually transformed into an endless ancient battlefield.

The white bones that remain after the flesh and blood rot, the rusty ancient gods, and the endless barren mounds one after another...

Black vultures hovered overhead, making a desolate chirp that echoed in the sky for a long time.

The sky was a desperate gray, and the winding river not far away was a bright red color.

Ye Qingchen's consciousness gradually returned to clarity. She was shocked to find that she was still in the Thorn Mountain a moment ago, and she came to this place in the blink of an eye.

What the hell was this place? She had never heard of such a strange place in the Thorn Mountains.

The smell of decay was filled with the wings of her nose, and her gaze seemed to penetrate the thick time, and she saw a long, long time ago, in this vast land, countless powerful and powerful people fought here.

Whether it is a god or a demon, countless lives have fallen here, either ashes and ashes turned into dust, or turned into white bones, dust to dust, and earth to earth.

Those magnificent figures, those characters who cover the sky with one hand, those demons who cannot be beaten... No matter who it is, no matter how dazzling, it will finally end here and become a swan song.

One has to sigh that no matter how powerful the cultivation is, there will be a moment when it disappears, and no matter how long the life is, there will eventually come to an end. In this world, after all, nothing is immortal.

A sense of sadness suddenly emerged in Ye Qingchen's heart.

The sound of the piano is melodious, telling an ancient story.

Ye Qingchen followed the sound of the piano and saw that at the end of the endless barren mound, a black palace stood on the horizon.