The mountain is towering, with a reddish-brown hue exuding a devilish aura, barren of any vegetation, even the stone stair pathway carries a dull blood-red tint.
Shi Hao ascended the mountain, seeking stone carvings at various rock faces, hoping to uncover the truth of history.
He had already observed a dozen or so images, all depicting the so-called savior, also referred implicitly by the few in recent times as the immortals, these beings were indistinct, emanating terrifying murderous intent from the stone walls.
Shi Hao's expression was solemn, the more he looked, the more alarmed he became; these carvings were definitely not left by ordinary people, they seemed to have a soul, otherwise, how could they remain so awe-inspiring through the ages?
The mountain was steep, and the higher he climbed, the greater the pressure intensified. As strong as Shi Hao was, even he felt suffocated halfway up the mountain. What kind of place was this?