"Holy shit..."
When Xiao Yi saw the scene before him, he couldn't help but suck in a cold breath, blurting out an instinctive curse.
Before his eyes...
It was a vast black graveyard.
For a hundred miles around, the landscape was desolate, and suspended mid-air were coffins—countless coffins. Each one sealed within it a corpse.
The number of floating coffins was staggering.
A mere glance suggested no fewer than a million.
Beyond this hundred-mile scope loomed a cliff that extended to the ends of heaven and earth. The entire cliffside was jet black, sheer and steep, as if cut clean with a blade. On its smooth, obsidian-like face...
Numerous pitch-black caves held dignified-looking coffins.
These coffins, compared to the floating ones, appeared far more exalted.
The floating coffins were all an inky black, made of wood.
The coffins embedded in the cliff, however, were crafted from bronze.
