t the foot of the mountain, directly facing the setting sun, he could only see part of it.Even so, it can be seen that the sunset that day was not only incredibly high but also extremely vast in area...."Junior Sister!"

Seeing Situ Jing fall, Dongfang Bo let out a surprised exclamation from his mouth. In a hurry, he waved his sleeve, and a gentle force gently supported Situ Jing's fallen body.

Then, a mouthful of blood spurted from Dongfang Bo's mouth, exploding in the air and dispersing into a cloud of blood mist. It quickly congealed into an altar!

A square altar stood before them, upon which nine round stone stelae were erected.

The Shrine of the Silent Tribe!

As the altar appeared in the heavens and earth, Dongfang Bo's hands were also rapidly forming countless hand seals, striking heavily upon this altar.or false, at this point, they could only choose to believe them.In order to both seize opportunities and survive as much as possible within the Nine Desolate Lands, any capable cultivator in the Realm...