Twenty-three sky ships set off together, carrying two million members of the Wasteland Tribe army. They finally slowly sailed out of the Wasteland world.Inside the ship, everyone stood on the deck, th..."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.ors in the Desolate Domain also need to cultivate from low to high, layer by layer.Especially now, in this remote corner of the Wasteland, inhabited mostly by the lowest stratum of society.These group...