This mountain is no different from what the outside world sees. Its appearance is only slightly different. It seems that after 20,000 years of change, the mountains outside have never changed much.

There is a stone tablet in front of the mountain, with the words "Schien Mountain" engraved on it in words more than 20,000 years ago, and the signature is "Wordless Taoist".

It’s useless to sting mountains.

Scare is a lack, and Taoist calls it useless?

An Qisheng's eyes moved slightly, and he stepped into Mount Qian, and walked up the mountain road where there was no road at all, and walked to the top of the mountain without any hurry.

Along the way, An Qisheng saw no trace of life, corpses, or even ashes.

Until this time.

On the top of this Qianshan Mountain, among the weeds, there is a corpse on a lie-ox stone that is more than ten feet tall.

Or bones.

Twenty thousand years have passed, the corpse's clothes have disappeared, and there is no trace of the membrane and muscles, only a skeleton shining with a dim light is left.

"Unuseful Taoist?"

An Qisheng speculated that this person's identity was that more than 20,000 years were enough to bury all living beings in this world except the Holy Emperor.

Then, his eyes fell, looking at the only 'alive' or 'dead' in the cave, which was also the terrifying aura I felt outside Shanshan before.

It was a stone tablet buried by weeds, and a few big words were squirming like life, emitting substantial sound waves.

It seems like a whisper that came from the lasting years:

road,
Chapter completed!