Ji Bubai, upon hearing Huo Zhenyu's words, felt even more smug and gave Si Dao a look that made him roll his eyes.
The group entered the gorge, and as they ventured a thousand meters in, the cold wind grew stronger, forcing Sun Wukong, who was at the front, to unleash his divine power to shield everyone from the chilling breeze.
The light inside the gorge was dim, and along the way, there were bones everywhere—creatures of all kinds, including the remains of enormous beasts, stretched on for thousands of meters, a sight that was shockingly grotesque.
As they continued onward, they suddenly came across a stone tablet inscribed with blood-red characters, which, despite the years of weathering that had made them somewhat blurry, were still legible.
"I, Emperor Wuxuan, roamed freely all my life, only to stray into the Eight Wilderness and eventually succumb to fate!"
"Emperor Wuxuan?"
Qin Jun frowned. Wasn't this a legendary figure from the Xuandang Universe?
