A technique was cast into the box.
The restriction was subsequently lifted.
Taking a closer look.
Inside was something wrapped in layers of burlap.
Fu Changsheng grew even more curious.
He unwrapped the outer layers one by one.
What finally appeared was a piece of somewhat familiar parchment.
Unfolding it for a closer look.
Fu Changsheng was momentarily stunned:
"A fragmented map of the Penglai Mountain Ruins?!"
Moreover, this was clearly a replica.
In a flash of understanding.
A thought surged in Fu Changsheng's mind:
"Could it be that the Penglai Mountain Ruins, which open once every hundred years, are known not only to the Lei Family but also to the Celestial Yang Tribe?"
The Celestial Yang Tribe has three Foundation Establishment cultivators.
This means.
The journey to the ruins a little over a year from now would undoubtedly encounter numerous changes:
"No, I must exchange for intelligence to see the specific situation."
With that thought:
