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Mark dispersed the energy, and the ice sword in his hand turned into a pool of blood. He looked around, his eyes swept over the bodies of the black-clothed men and the huge dark beasts, and took a deep breath. The mountain wind, carrying the smell of blood and the fragrance of soil, poured into his nose, making him feel sick.

He took the fragment of the holy stone from his chest and carefully sensed the breath of the fragment.

"The breath of the holy stone fragment... is in this direction." He whispered to himself, his tone firm. Putting the fragment back, he ran quickly in that direction.

The forest in the mountains blocked the sky, and the moonlight could only cast mottled light spots through the dense branches and leaves. Mark ran on the rugged mountain road, and the sound of dead branches and leaves breaking under his feet came one after another. He walked lightly and his body was agile, like a cheetah in the mountains, moving freely in the woods.

"If we keep this speed, we should be able to arrive before dawn." He whispered to himself, with a hint of expectation in his tone.

Finally, Mark stopped at the foot of a mountain. Looking up, the mountain peaks towered into the clouds, and the mountain walls were steep, almost vertical to the ground, like a huge barrier, blocking his way. The mountain wind whistled past, bringing waves of coolness, mixed with the sound of water flowing down after the snow on the top of the mountain melted.

He began to climb the steep mountain wall without any hesitation. He used his hands and feet, and his movements were agile, like a gecko, clinging tightly to the mountain wall. The mountain wall was rocky, and some places were covered with slippery moss, making it very difficult to climb. He was extremely careful with every step, trying to choose a stable foothold to avoid falling.

During the climbing process, the rocks on the mountain loosened, and the gravel rolled down the hillside, making a "clattering" sound, echoing in the silent valley. He looked up at the top of the mountain. There was still a long distance from the goal, but he did not feel discouraged, but was more full of fighting spirit.

After an unknown period of time, Mark finally reached the top of the mountain. He stood on the top of the mountain and took a deep breath. The mountain wind was so cold that it made his clothes rustle. He looked around. The mountains were undulating and overlapping. Under the moonlight, they were like a turbulent sea, magnificent and beautiful.

He found a flat rock, sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to meditate. His breathing gradually became stable, and his heartbeat gradually slowed down, as if he had merged with the surrounding environment. He extended his perception and felt the energy fluctuations around him, trying to find the specific location of the holy stone fragments.

The breeze blew across his face, bringing a hint of coolness. The air on the top of the mountain was fresh and thin, making him feel refreshed. He could clearly hear his heartbeat and the sound of the wind blowing through the treetops.

Gradually, he felt a weak energy fluctuation coming from not far away. This energy fluctuation was very similar to the energy fluctuation he had felt on the holy stone altar before, but the intensity was much weaker. He was happy in his heart, knowing that he had found the trace of the holy stone fragments.

He opened his eyes and looked in the direction where the energy fluctuations came from. About a hundred meters away from him, there was a huge rock, with thick snow covering its surface. He stood up and walked towards the rock.

When he walked to the rock, he brushed away the snow on the surface of the rock with his hand, revealing the original appearance of the rock. The surface of the rock was smooth, showing a strange dark red color, and it emitted a faint light under the moonlight. He reached out and touched the surface of the rock, and could feel a warm breath emanating from the inside of the rock.

He walked around the rock, carefully observing every detail of the rock. Suddenly, his eyes fell on an inconspicuous crack at the bottom of the rock. He squatted down and carefully observed the crack, and found that there was a stronger energy fluctuation inside the crack.

He felt something in his heart, knowing that the fragment of the holy stone was inside the crack. He stretched out his hand and tried to expand the crack, but the rock was extremely hard, and he couldn't shake it at all despite his best efforts.