Inside Wanzang Mountain.
This was a blood-red land, as if it had witnessed a terrifying war, with fresh blood dyeing the land and numerous unclaimed gravestones standing everywhere.
The weather here was overcast, the sky covered in haze, and the howling winds cut like knives, akin to the wailing of ghosts and wolves.
Ye Wudao and his companions arrived at this place.
"We've arrived at the Hundred Saints Cemetery!" Shi Fei excitedly said.
"The journey here was too smooth, all thanks to our leader!" Shi Lingling's eyes were filled with admiration as she looked at Ye Wudao.
"The Hundred Saints Cemetery?" Ye Wudao's eyes showed curiosity.
"Leader, you might not be aware, but this Hundred Saints Cemetery was originally an ancient battlefield. No less than a million people died here, and it's said that several hundred Saint Heir warriors fell as well. Hence, it was named the Hundred Saints Cemetery!" Shi Tie explained.
Ye Wudao's gaze turned solemn.
