e same time, on the peak of a nameless mountain in this desolate wasteland, a figure who had been meditating for far too long finally slowly lifted its head.Looking at the clouds above, radiating with..."Junior Sister!"

Seeing Situ Jing fall, Dongfang Bo let out a surprised exclamation from his mouth. In a hurry, he waved his sleeve, and a gentle force gently supported Situ Jing's fallen body.

Then, a mouthful of blood spurted from Dongfang Bo's mouth, exploding in the air and dispersing into a cloud of blood mist. It quickly congealed into an altar!

A square altar stood before them, upon which nine round stone stelae were erected.

The Shrine of the Silent Tribe!

As the altar appeared in the heavens and earth, Dongfang Bo's hands were also rapidly forming countless hand seals, striking heavily upon this altar.re steady, Ginger Cloud had already opened his mouth and spat out a mouthful of blood.However, Jiang Yun didn't care about his injuries at all. He simply raised his head and looked forward.There, sta...