The Dark Stone Spirit

Fang Xiu sped through the air, grumbling under his breath.

His Thunder Wings roared like a swift wind as he raced for another two hours.

Just as Fang Xiu was about to unleash a torrent of curses, he suddenly noticed a heavy presence ahead.

"We've arrived. You've been incessantly complaining along the way; it's truly vexing," Dragon Overlord remarked.

"Oh, you're getting annoyed now," Fang Xiu replied, lacking any politeness.

Nevertheless, he was relieved to see a glimmer of hope ahead, and half of his internal fury dissipated.

In the distance, emerging from the endless darkness, a colossal structure appeared.

It wasn't a mountain; it was an eerie altar standing ten yards tall.

The sinister altar was constructed from the countless skeletal remains of Alluring Dark Spirits.

At its peak rested a fist-sized stone, and Fang Xiu's gaze was captivated by this black stone.