I have a city in another world

The fierce wind was as sharp as a knife, but it was far less chilling than the deathly silence of this core area.

Tang Zhen stepped on the shattered obsidian stones scattered on the ground, and with each step he could hear a hissing sound coming from beneath the obsidian.

It was a dark red, viscous liquid, slowly wriggling along the cracks in the rock, like the flowing blood of some living creature.

Looking up, the lead-gray fog was as thick as congealed blood. Countless twisted limbs floated in the fog, some were half-human arms, some were animal claws, and some were even eyeballs with pupils. They floated up and down in the fog, occasionally colliding with each other and making a sticky sound that made your teeth ache.

The air here is dead; breathing it in feels like swallowing a mouthful of shards of glass, carrying an eerie aura that is a mixture of decay and holiness, making your chest ache.

The ground beneath their feet was no longer rock, but a thin layer of fleshy substance that felt soft and greasy underfoot, and would sink slightly. The juice that seeped out from the sinkholes would make a hissing sound as it fell onto the soles of their shoes, and even the combat boots made of fine iron were oxidizing and peeling off at a speed visible to the naked eye.

From the depths of the mist, a low, guttural roar could be faintly heard. The sound was neither human nor beastly; it was as if countless creatures with their throats being choked were whimpering simultaneously, sending chills down one's spine and making one's soul tremble.

Tang Zhen remained unfazed. He didn't even look down at the corroded, pitted animal hide boots. Instead, he squinted, his gaze piercing the lead-gray mist like a hawk's, staring intently at the very core of the fog.

The horse-slaying sword I picked up casually was surrounded by a faint layer of black flames, which inspired a sense of fear.

His steps were not fast, but terrifyingly steady. Each step he took seemed to be measuring the boundary between life and death. The floating limbs along the way sensed the presence of a living person and suddenly began to writhe wildly, turning into afterimages as they rushed towards him. However, before they could get within three feet of him, they were burned to ashes by the Heavenly Flame.

Tang Zhen didn't even lift his eyelids.

The real dangers are never these minor incidents.

Just then, two figures stealthily emerged from the edge of the mist; it was Feng Jiu Kui and the senior sister of the Blood Demon Sect.

Both of them were deathly pale, their clothes tattered, their once-shiny robes now stained with dark red liquid. Feng Jiu Kui's blue robe was corroded with several large holes, revealing his equally disheveled inner garment; the Blood Demon Sect's senior sister's red skirt was torn to shreds, and even her face was covered with drops of liquid, but she dared not reach out to wipe it away—everyone knew that this liquid, once it touched the skin, could corrode even the bones.

The two men stared at Tang Zhen's retreating figure, their eyes filled with awe and an undisguised fear.

They didn't know Tang Zhen's name at all; all they knew was that from the moment he stepped into the ruins, this man had been rampaging through everything in his path, killing gods and Buddhas alike. The ferocious beasts that terrified them couldn't even withstand a single blow from his blade.

What's even more terrifying is that this person remained expressionless throughout, as if all the dangers before him were nothing more than fleeting clouds.

Feng Jiu Kui composed himself, cautiously took two steps forward, his voice trembling slightly, his tone full of careful flattery: "Senior... Senior! Please wait! This place is extremely dangerous, we two juniors are willing to clear the way for you!"

His words weren't just polite; they stemmed from his inner fear and an instinctive desire to please.

He knew very well that he was only alive because he was following this senior and taking advantage of others' misfortunes. If the senior was unhappy, killing him would be no different than killing an ant.

He didn't even dare to think about obtaining the precious cultivation resources; he only hoped to survive and get out of this hellish place.

The Blood Demon Sect's senior sister, Xiao Ningmei, also restrained all her arrogance at this moment. Her usually charming eyes were now filled with solemnity, and her gaze towards Tang Zhen was filled with awe and extreme vigilance.

She could sense that this mysterious monk's abilities were far more terrifying than they appeared.

Upon entering the secret realm, the faint yet palpable pressure made her afraid to even breathe loudly.

She was indeed after the treasure, but in the face of absolute power, any scheming seemed laughable.

They were terrified that a single wrong glance would result in them being reduced to ashes by this powerful cultivator.

Taking a deep breath, Xiao Ningmei lowered her voice to an extremely low level, her respect bordering on humility: "Senior, there is a kind of God-Devouring Insect hidden in the mist. Once entangled, even one's very essence will be devoured! I know a little about insect-repelling techniques and am willing to lend you a hand!"

Upon hearing this, Tang Zhen finally turned his head slowly. His facial features were cold and hard, and his eyes were terrifyingly calm, like a pool of ice that had never melted. He glanced at the two of them, his gaze not lingering for a moment, neither agreeing nor refusing, but simply uttering two words: "Follow me."

The voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable authority that made both of their eardrums buzz.

Feng Jiu Kui and the senior sister both felt a chill run down their spines and quickly replied, "Yes, senior!"

The two dared not slack off in the slightest, following closely behind Tang Zhen at a distance of three steps, not daring to overtake him even half a step.

Just then, the roar from the depths of the mist suddenly became shrill.

"Boom!"

The ground suddenly trembled violently, and countless cracks instantly appeared in the fleshy surface, from which countless deformed and twisted monsters emerged.

Some of them have a wolf's head but ten human arms covered with countless eyes; some have the body of a giant spider but the head of a crying baby; and some are monsters whose entire body is a tangled mess of human legs and beast claws, with no head in sight, only a frenzied roar coming from within.

The deformed monsters were ridiculously powerful. The weakest of them had a third-tier cultivation level, and the strongest ones even exuded an aura that reached the sixth tier!
As soon as they appeared, they pounced on Tang Zhen, spitting out dark green venom. The venom landed on the ground and instantly corroded deep black holes.

Feng Jiu Kui and his senior sister's expressions changed drastically, and they instinctively tried to retreat. Faced with such a group of extraordinary monsters, the two of them were no match at all.

Tang Zhen remained standing still, motionless.

He slowly raised his saber, and the black flames of the Heavenly Blaze suddenly surged several times over. The blade light was like a lightning bolt that pierced the long night, carrying an indomitable and domineering aura. He gently swung it towards the onrushing monster horde.

"Shoot-"

Where the blade flashed, space seemed to be torn apart. The monsters that rushed at them didn't even have time to scream before they were burned to ashes by the Heavenly Flame, leaving not even a trace behind.

Feng Jiu Kui and his senior sister were stunned, their breaths catching in their throats.

What... what kind of power is this?!

Tang Zhen remained silent, as if he had done something insignificant.

He sheathed his sword, still maintaining his calm and collected demeanor, as if he had just casually wiped out a pack of wild dogs.

He took another step and walked towards the core of the mist.

This time, Feng Jiu Kui and his senior sister looked at his back with utter awe.

They dared not have any other thoughts, and simply followed closely behind Tang Zhen, not daring to even breathe loudly.

The mist thinned out, and finally, a dark golden remains, about half a person's height, appeared before the three of them.

The remains were covered with fine patterns, within which flowed a faint golden light, emanating a sacred aura that made one's heart tremble.

However, a layer of black mist lingered around the remains of the body, and within the mist, countless hideous faces slowly emerged—the resentment of the beings devoured by the divine remains.

This is the remains of a deity!
Tang Zhen's eyes finally showed a flicker of emotion. He strode forward and reached out to touch the divine remains.

Just then, the black mist surrounding the divine remains suddenly surged, transforming into a gigantic ghostly hand that viciously grabbed at Tang Zhen's palm! (End of Chapter)