Meanwhile, as Qin Feiyang was frantically boosting his cultivation, deep in the Demon Dragon Mountains.
A group of people stood in front of a giant stele.
Leading them was Ren Duxing!
Dong Qing, Zhang Jin, and the four Sacred Beasts stood respectfully on either side.
The three men and four beasts stared at the stele ahead, their expressions exceptionally grave.
The stele towered hundreds of meters high, its body pure white like jade. From a distance, it resembled a giant sword piercing the sky!
Several bold lines were carved on the stele!
—The heart of the Demon Dragon Mountains, intruders, die!
Each character seemed cast in blood, exuding a horrifying Evil Qi!
Behind the stele lay a boundless mountain range.
But within the mountains, there was no vegetation, no fierce beasts, not even a single insect, only piled-up White Bones, a scene of utter silence!
