The skies were dark. Even though the huge beast's corpse in the sky continued to shine like the sun, it seemed to struggle to light up the entire land. Wang Baole saw the lands before him dimly lit while others in the distance were in complete darkness.
However, a cultivator could see clearly as long as he allowed spirit energy to flow to his eyes. The Demonic Green Poria Flowers scattered across the lands helped too. Their red flowers gave off a faint light that cast a dim glow on the lands around it.
The sight before him would look drastically different without the endless piles of corpses. Their presence filled the world with an aura of endless death.
Wang Baole might be a Dark Child, but he hadn't grown so accustomed to such scenes of death. The Dark Sect might rule over death, but its responsibility was the ferrying of souls. The corpses in this world that had died eons ago were no different from blood-and-flesh puppets.