Chương 289: Drinking Wine and Reading Scripture in Front of the Grave

It was only late autumn in the Seven Blood Eyes, but it was already winter in Purple Earth.

The wind and snow drifted down, covering this ancient city that had existed for tens of thousands of years.

From afar, the dark red palaces and buildings seemed to be embedded in the boundless snow.

The entire land was covered in layers of snow and there weren't many pedestrians on the streets. All of them were wearing thick clothes but they couldn't sweep away the snowflakes that continued to fall, causing everyone to get white hair.

The falling snow and the numb expressions of the pedestrians fused into the environment, gradually creating an atmosphere of decline and oppression.

The tiled roofs of all the buildings in the city were like lonely islands in a sea of snow.

This place was Purple Earth.

This place was also the former imperial capital of the Nanhuang Continent.