Fortunately, the valley formed by the Five Finger Mountain was not very large. After walking forward for about an hour, Beiting Huang saw a stone so black that it could swallow up everything. At that moment, a small head emerged from his chest, peeking out from his clothes, a pair of purple eyes unblinkingly staring at the stone.
Feeling something new by his side, Agul's head also lifted from where it lay on Beiting Huang's wrist and directly met those purple eyes. In an instant, Agul shuddered. After receiving a warning glance from the purple eyes, Agul obediently lay back down, resuming the form of a bracelet.
The stone was about the size of a cubic meter and not too large. It seemed that a layer of black flames was burning on the stone, causing mist to rise continuously from it. The density of the mist was so high that it condensed into droplets, forming a massive curtain of rain that perpetually enveloped the stone.
