It wasn’t night, but it wasn’t the bright daylight found outside either.0

It felt as if a thin layer of mist lingered, making it hard to see clearly into the distance. Only the vague outlines of mountains were visible, and the forbidden grounds were larger than Qin Sang had initially imagined.0

A thick stench of decay assaulted his nose. Qin Sang immediately held his breath and glanced around. Ahead of him was a swamp emitting a foul odor, while behind him lay a seemingly endless stretch of dark forest.0

The forest was overgrown with tangled branches, shrouded in a thick mist. Whether it was water vapor or miasma, Qin Sang couldn't tell. The shadows of the trees seemed to transform into the forms of countless evil spirits, baring their fangs and claws.0

Upon entering the Eight Trigrams Forbidden Ground, where one landed was a matter of luck. If one were unfortunate enough...0