Good cultivator! Good immortal!

You su tomb.

The throne of curses hung high in the air.

The space in front of him was empty, and the withered aura was slowly dissipating.

'Death' had already left, and PEI Ling sat alone on the throne.

The path of no return ...

It was too dangerous to let Sihong and Qiao ciguang take that path.

However, the two of them were still cultivating, so there was no rush for this matter. In any case, in the end, he just had to give the two of them an explanation.

When he thought of this, PEI Ling immediately turned his head and looked towards the eternal night desert.

His gaze immediately pierced through the mountains and rivers and into the darkness that was so thick it was almost tangible.

In the center of the darkness, nine white stone pillars towered into the sky. The pillars were wrapped in chains of the heavenly Tribulation. These chains were of different thickness, like vines that grew wantonly, intertwining and almost drowning the White pillars.