Cold wind swept over the desolate graves, carrying a mournful sound.
The bleak, lonely black land was scattered with abandoned solitary tombs.
Each tomb, to varying degrees, buried a peerless genius.
For only a peerless genius could have a solitary tomb in the Ten Thousand Ghosts Sword Tomb.
But the peerless geniuses had died too, as the solitary tombs stretched endlessly, like a vast mountain range.
Yet a solitary tomb was not truly alone.
Once Zhou Yan and Jiang Yuning emerged from the Killing Array, they felt such an intense aura assaulting their spirits. Although Zhou Yan's mood was not bad, he felt a somewhat inexplicable melancholy.
Perhaps, those who survive are ultimately few, and a multitude of geniuses will be buried in various secret realms and desolate lands.
It was as though there was also a solitary tomb belonging to him, Zhou Yan.
Thinking of that tomb, his calculation ability immediately conceived a possibility, a very strange possibility.
