Time passed bit by bit.
In the humans' camp, the Immortal Venerables, including the most talented Immortal Venerable Yao, were still confused. Fortunately, according to the inscription, as long as they reached the tenth region, they did not have to worry about the corrosion of the valley's poison. Therefore, the surviving Immortal Venerables did not look too anxious.
Shen Ping was also studying the inscriptions. In the blink of an eye, two years had passed. He still had no clue as if he was looking at a wordless book. On the other hand, Immortal Venerable Nanji's face revealed a red glow. Clearly, he had comprehended something. The other Immortal Venerables wanted to ask, but they were too embarrassed to speak.
