The Profound Origin Secret Realm, Dark Moon Forest.
This place was perpetually sunless. A thick, gloomy mist shrouded the forest and mountain ranges. Dark red streams of light occasionally snaked through the haze, as if the heavens themselves were weeping blood.
The entire forest was steeped in profound darkness.
The trees in the forest were no ordinary specimens, but rather the pitch-black Light-devouring Iron Wood.
Their bark was cracked like an old dragon's scales, their branches and leaves twisted like a ghoul's claws. Even without wind, they swayed slightly, rustling as if whispering dark secrets.
The forest floor was covered in a thick, dense layer of rotting leaves. Each step was soft and silent, but caused a viscous, dark green sap to seep out. The air hung with a strange, foul odor—a mix of putrid stench and cloying sweetness.
At this moment, a figure floated above the forest, a black mist surging around his body.
