Chen Ye's eyes froze.
In front of him stood countless enormous stone monuments, some tall, some short, some square, some round, densely packed and stretching into the distant horizon where his sight could not penetrate.
These stone monuments had withstood the ravages of time, and their surfaces were etched with patterns resembling knife cuts and ax carvings, faintly forming obscure and difficult-to-understand words and images.
"No wonder the outside world rumors that this stone monument forest is the place of cultivation technique legacy for the Songyang Sect..."
Instinct told Chen Ye something was amiss about this place, yet he couldn't quite pinpoint what was wrong.
"Master, the intel from the sect ends here. Does that mean the dangers inside far exceed the Whimper Swamp?"
Zhiwei stood by her master's side, gazing into the distance.
Unfortunately, these stone monuments were like a dense forest, blocking the view, making it impossible to see deeper inside,
