Chương 138: Chapter 137: The Smell of Fate

White misty celestial aura danced in the air, the mountain ranges, green and lush, stretched out like a dragon. The dense spiritual energy coming head-on invigorated everyone.

Such a miracle of Spirit Mountain; even if one couldn't find any treasure, it wouldn't be in vain if they could pick some flowers and herbs.

As figures disappeared one by one behind the water curtain, the scenery of the world changed dramatically.

Black clouds obscured the sun, red lightning darted like snakes, shedding large red lights that illuminated the gloomy world.

The vast world was lifeless, only saw arid land devoid of any spiritual energy. Range upon range of sharp and narrow mountains were as numerous as a forest of sword peaks. Suddenly, a strong gust of wind blew through the harsh and dangerous mountains, resounding with ghostly cries and wolf howls of sorrow.

Immortal Realm (x)

Hell (✓)