Chapter 1946: Seeing The Forsaken Bloods Again (1/2)

Remote Wildland was a leftover epoch, one of the largest in Exploration Ground. The more unique thing about it was that they still had living overlords.

Normally, these remnant epochs were all dead zones, not a single trace of the living could be found there. This wasn’t the case for the wildland.

However, these overlords could only slumber in their ruined epochs because they didn’t belong to the current one. If they were to leave the wildland, death was guaranteed.

The moment they took a single step out, the years would start to flow on them again. This was something they couldn’t withstand regardless of their monstrous power. Ashes would be the result.

At a mysterious and deep location in the wildland were clues about its origin. Even ten-will emperors wouldn’t want to come here.

The place was covered in black mist and engulfed in a strange power. Outsiders couldn’t see what was inside due to its concealment.

Black seemed to be the primary theme. The mist was thick and unchanging, just like blood sticking on something. There were intact architectures in this place. They weren’t beautiful or magnificent, erected from an unknown black metal in a simple manner. Practicality and toughness were the focus.

They gave an indestructible and heavy feeling. Even the sky falling down wouldn’t be able to crush them.

Keep in mind that in these remnant epochs, the majority of buildings would be destroyed. The completeness of the buildings here was indeed a miracle.

As one walked through these buildings, they would think that this was a place of sacrifice from the lamenting echoes of anguish in this place. They would shudder uncontrollably while the more cowardly would not go any further.

There was an altar made out of black stones in the center of this place. Its fair size was made up by its complex and exquisite nature. There were too many little stones here yet no gaps could be found, resulting in a perfect appearance.

It was completely different from the simplistic buildings in this place - this was a work of art, polished over millions of years.

A group of men surrounded this altar; all dressed in black. They were quietly whispering, perhaps a prayer or a chant.

A black coffin was laid on top of the altar with the head pointing northward. This was done on purpose in accordance with the momentum of the world.

This was naturally the Blood Forsakens. The coffin they brought here had its lid removed now. Their language was a unique and ancient one, not part of the current system.

Remember that this could be considered the origin place of the wildland. Even if one knew of it, they might not be able to get there. Many have died trying to reach this place but not the Blood Forsakens.

Their race had a deep connection with this place. This was a ferocious land in the eyes of outsiders, but for them, this was going home. Of course, whether this place accepted them or not was a different story.