The Wind-Eroded Bone Forest, a dead land forsaken by time and curse.
For years on end, this wasteland has been perpetually shrouded in a gray haze as thick as matted cotton.
This stone forest, located in a corner of the Profound Origin Secret Realm, was unnerving and bizarre in every aspect.
As far as the eye could see, colossal pillars erupted from the ground, forming a grim, dense forest.
The pillars resembled jagged, sharp needles, each one pointing toward the heavens. Their staggered arrangement naturally formed a sprawling labyrinth.
The wind here carried a bone-chilling Evil Qi.
The wind howled relentlessly, yet it could not disperse the viscous, paste-like haze. Instead, it acted like countless invisible blades, carving away at the stone peaks day and night for millennia.
Every towering pillar was covered in wind-worn marks of varying depths, pocked with countless holes as dense as a honeycomb.
In the dim, gloomy light, they resembled twisted, wailing faces of ghosts.
