Ye Qingfeng forced his way along the direction of the corpse burial, and the more he pushed forward, the more powerful the dead corpses he discovered.
These people, even in the cultivation world, were at least dominators of a region, yet now they had all become mere skeletal remains.
The further he went, the more densely packed the skeletons were.
Ye Qingfeng seemed to see a scene, an endless battle of cultivators, a shocking battle, shattering the sky and splitting the earth, changing the winds and clouds, it seemed as if the entire galaxy was being shattered.
"How could such a battle happen, if it occurred on Earth, it would probably shatter Earth itself!"
Ye Qingfeng muttered to himself.
In his eyes, that battle involved powerful beings of great ability level, with a wave of the hand controlling clouds and rain, their breath changing the color of the sky, their confrontation exceedingly tragic, seeming to collapse the entire world.
