A box of top-grade Spirit Stones contains over ten thousand pieces, sufficient for Chu Ming to cultivate for a long time.
Poof!
The space before him shattered, and Chu Ming's body lost weight momentarily. The scene ahead appeared as though it were burning paper slowly unfolding, everything changed.
The sky darkened, with only a crescent moon and a few broken stars hanging high. The seventh layer of the Holy Monument was completely engulfed in darkness.
Owooowoo!
Howling sounds of wolves echoed among the tall trees, causing the surrounding foliage to shiver and countless shattered leaves to fall.
Boom!
The ground vibrated slightly as Chu Ming's Spiritual Sense spread out, his eyes gazing far into the distance. Silver snow wolves darted through the woods like streaks of silver light, their speed reaching its limit.
