Before long, he passed through the desolate expanse of Whitestone Plaza.0

The silence was strange and unnatural. Not a single wandering ghost lingered in the area, as if there was a natural force that suppressed all ghostly activity.0

At last, he reached the towering jade plaque at the plaza’s center.0

Luo Chen gave a slow shake of his head.0

What had once been a place of gathering beneath the plaque was now nothing more than a shattered circle of stone. Its former splendor had vanished without a trace.0

Without hesitation, Luo Chen passed through the ruins of the old ticket booth and stepped into the corridor that led to Fallen Phoenix Mountain..0

Once, that passage had been veiled in enchantment, a mystic gateway that inspired awe. But now, stripped of its formation barriers, it was just a tunnel—broad, cold, and paved with slabs of weathered bluestone.0

It’s close. Very close! I can feel it, not far ahead, a surge of spirit energy is radiating outward.0

Life and death coexist… this spirit land hasn't completely faded away ...0