"Where did that old man soul ancestor go?"
The five of them entered the mountain and flew up.
Tang Hao brought out all his defensive treasures and wrapped himself up tightly.
He had a premonition that this place wasn't too good and that there would be a great danger.
However, after a while, nothing happened.
The mountain in front of him was pitch black, and not a single blade of grass grew on it. There was not even a trace of life.
"It must be a treasure!"
Tang Hao guessed.
Mountain-shaped treasures had always been very common. Immortals especially liked to forge mountains into artifacts. There were also some treasures of this type in the Celestials.
"It doesn't look like rock, metal, or crystal ..."
He got closer and touched it with his hand, observing it carefully.
The material of the mountain looked like crystal stone, but he couldn't recognize what kind of crystal stone it was. It felt a little cold to the touch.
"What is this material?"
