At dusk, the setting sun bled crimson, dyeing the entrance of the ancient ruins in a dim, eerie light. According to the oldest resident in the village, these ruins had stood quietly northwest of the village for as long as anyone could remember.
Legend had it that the site was a battlefield from a great war between gods and demons a millennium ago. An ancient powerhouse had fought evil forces here to the death, ultimately exhausting all strength to seal the evil within while passing away inside the ruins himself.
As the ages rolled by, the once-mighty seal had gradually begun to loosen with time, and recent covetous moves by the Shadow Sect made this mysterious place even more treacherous and unpredictable.
Chapter 375