Cyan fog permeated the Heaven Locus Marsh; it was truly more of a march than a large body of water like the Sword Lake. The tendrils of heavy fog prevented Lu Yun from getting a clearer look at what lurked inside the murky depths. Moreover, the swamp was shrouded in a strange layer of heavenly power that obscured its feng shui and formation layouts.

With a slight frown, Lu Yun opened the Spectral Eye and took in any information of the dead within five thousand kilometers in radius. A dull pain quickly throbbed in his head and eyes before he hastily shut the Spectral Eye.

“How… how many have died here?!” he cried out in shock. “Was this an ancient battleground?”

“It was a taboo zone back in the Primordial...