As time passed, the Primogenitor Devil mountain remained relatively uneventful. The black fog remained wrapped around the mountain, and it was always desolate–only several dozens expert cultivated here. The remaining were all puppet, who were there just to serve their masters, and the mountain protectors.
On the peak of the mountain outside a cavern-dwelling.
Xue Ying was seated there flipping through a golden book. This book was made of a particular type of metal with characters inscribed on it. Those characters were of a specific language, and even though Xue Ying did not understand the characters, the characters were able to transmit a vast amount of information into his mind. Over the years, he had already memorized everything within this book. Nevertheless, Xue Ying still brought this book to his cavern-dwelling and flipped through it frequently.
