The roar of the Qin Cultivator echoed between heaven and earth, and with the existence of the Holy Artifact, a response came from the distant Da Xue Mountain.
In an instant.
The Qin Cultivator was struck as if by lightning, blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, and he looked towards Xu Guang, who had transformed into a stream of light.
"Courting death!"
He understood that this was not a place where he could act recklessly.
He did not continue to create disturbances but instead summoned back the Cyan and White Bone Hand, charging toward Xu Guang.
The closer to Da Xue Mountain, the more there was a desolate feeling, suppressing everything.
Perhaps because he had been there once before, Xu Guang's comprehension this time was completely different from before. Combined with the Narrator's memories he had acquired earlier, he actually had a sense of familiarity with some situations in Da Xue Mountain.
