In the Bone Sect’s former headquarters.

Large pale-gray bones could be seen scattered across a flat land surrounded by extinct volcanoes. Many broken walls and dilapidated pavilions constituted a scene of desolation and decay.

“The Bone Sect...” Qi Bailu’s eyes were caught by the ruins upon arriving. His face grew cold as he shot a sideways glance at Zhao Shanling.

Zhao Shanling simply stood there without even batting an eye.

Back in the day, when he had forged his Death Reign, it had flown to this place and wiped out the entire Bone Sect overnight.

He was the reason behind all this.

“So this is the place,” Dong Li said. “If I remember correctly, this is close to the place where we found the entrance to that magical land with a Tree...