Qi Xuansu had seen this scene before in a dream. It was the Xuan Jade of Death that had brought new changes to his dreamscape. That time, Qi Xuansu was fully aware that he was dreaming, so he began to try to explore where the boundaries of the dream lay.0

All around were numerous ancient palaces that were already in ruins, and the various statues nearby were reduced to nothing but broken limbs and remnants.0

Below lay a horrific battlefield that had completely turned into a world of ice and snow, covered in frost. Countless lifelike ice sculptures still preserved the appearances they had worn at the moment of death.0

There were also many illusory human figures standing expressionlessly along the mountain paths. Aside from their slightly ethereal forms, they were no different from living people, crowding together, numbering in the hundreds.0

These figures had already lost all consciousness, like clay or wooden figurines. It seemed they had been struck by some powerful spell that forcibly extracted their souls while their physical bodies had been reduced to drifting ash.0

Qi Xuansu tried to walk toward the surrounding palaces and the battlefield below, only to discover...0