n of Jian Dao Peak, a golden light shot out amidst trembling.The dazzling golden light, even the dark clouds in the sky were cut open by a slit, revealing a glimmer of the long-lost, similarly golden..."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.d clearly feel it.That powerful aura, no weaker than my own, appeared once more behind me.And within it, there were even more razor-sharp sword intents that made his hairs stand on end.This caused him...