Confrontation of the Demonic Beasts (1)

Over the grass, fog filled the air. It was hazy ahead, as if something was hidden away. A desolate aura swept by. 

Jiang Ming gathered his thoughts and stopped digging. Anyway, he had already dug up a lot of seeds, which should be enough for him. 

"If the route you are taking is correct, no matter what is in front of you, it should be the thing protected by the dozen or so peerless demonic beasts from earlier. However, other than some ancient cultivation runes, I don't sense any special aura," the black sword said solemnly. 

Even it was unable to clearly sense what was in the depths of this land of pure spiritual energy. 

Jiang Ming's eyes were also solemn as he slowly walked forward. A blurry black shadow gradually appeared in front of him. 

When the last layer of fog dispersed, Jiang Ming finally saw that in the deepest part of the grassland was a stone platform. It was about ten feet tall and covered in black ash.