The Path of Reincarnation and a pit corpse from the myriad battlefield were connected. Before them was an endless cemetery with countless tablets engraved with the names of powerful cultivators.

The yin energy here was out of control, resulting in ghastly fogs and strange red flowers with the shape of a human ear.

Feiyun focused on one cliff-like tablet with a Buddhist affinity. Its holy nature suppressed the evil nearby. He was too familiar with it already.

“Yama’s grave? I came here before and didn’t see it.” The turtle climbed over and had a look of astonishment. It was surprised since...