"Indeed, worth to be called an independent world that forms from the death of a cultivator beyond the Nascent Soul realm."
Looking at the towering buildings that seemingly came out of the fantasy —standing tall amidst the pinkish fog, to the point that his senses couldn't see their peaks — Leo couldn't help but marvel silently, inspecting their intricate designs that were only below the black cauldron within the system as his attention soon shifted to a particular tower in the center of this place.
This one, although much lower than the buildings in its surroundings — with a height of only thirty meters — Leo could feel a sense of vicissitudes emitting from its surface, or to be exact, he could sense a kind of power far beyond a complete rule coursing throughout its surface, giving him a sensation of awe and dread.
