Chu Feng entered the underground of the world’s first mountain and immediately saw a thick curtain of light. It was hazy and misty, like a chaotic region.
He didn’t immediately rush in. Instead, he circled around the curtain of light. This underground area seemed to be covered by the strange radiance of history. It had been silent since ancient times.
One could see that many places outside the hazy ball of light were stained with blood. There were even bloody traces of broken bones and dregs. These were the marks left behind by the creatures who had failed to force their way in.
“Old Nine, what do you suggest?”Chu Feng asked as he weighed the brick-sized stone coffin in his hand.
“My suggestion is that you stay away from the screen of light and don’t accidentally stab me in.”The Netherworld God was ready to enlarge the coffin at any time to guard against his atrocity.
