The righteous path mountain was a towering mountain in the sky. It was shrouded in a strong righteous aura. Any evil cultivators would be repelled by this righteous aura.
It was rumored that a great devil wanted to destroy the righteous path mountain. However, when it arrived, it was crushed by the strong righteous aura of the righteous path mountain and instantly disintegrated.
Of course, this was just a rumor, and no one knew if it was true.
And this rumor was also heard from the older generation of the righteous path mountain, so it was good to just listen to it.
At this moment, Yuan Zhen was walking on Mount zhengdao. He was not in a good mood. He had been severely injured. After a few days of recovery, he had almost recovered. However, the specific losses were extremely heavy and somewhat unacceptable.
There was only one substitute puppet, but it was being used up so mysteriously. His heart ached.
