The light in his eyes receded, and the chariot halted, slowly descending into a jungle at the border.
The brilliance around the chariot converged, and Hoo Bai, emanating a faint golden Soul Fire, looked back to see the figure sitting up.
He then lay on the dry branches, vigilantly observing any movement within a hundred miles.
Liang Hui extended his hand, and the Nine-layered Altar appeared in his palm, on which the Red Cloud Dao Sword, now serving as the Sacrificial Master, seemed even more ancient.
'Let's do it here!' he whispered in his heart. He was just half a step away from breaking through to the Entry Dao Level.
He planned to strengthen himself once more before stepping into the vast mountains, but before the breakthrough, some matters needed to be addressed.
With a thought.
A dark, mysterious altar floated in front of him.
This was an altar Liang Hui had fashioned from various stones and ores related to curses during the half-month journey.
