A steep black mountain rose from the ground, sparse vegetation scattered across its slopes amid countless black rocks. Its upper half was narrow, its lower half broad; from afar, it resembled a gigantic Black Gourd standing upright on the earth.
Wang Changsheng and the other four stood at the foot of the mountain, each wearing a different expression.
The nearby ground was a complete mess, with more than a dozen enormous craters visible. Clearly, a battle had taken place here.
Wang Changsheng spread his divine sense wide and carefully swept over the black peak, yet found nothing unusual.
His expression remained unchanged, but a question surfaced in his heart. He had previously obtained the belongings of a Nascent Soul Realm Barbarian Race cultivator, including a map that marked this black mountain.
Five Spirits Hermit had supposedly stumbled upon the Ancient Cultivator Abode here by chance. Why, then, had that Barbarian Race cultivator claimed that he had discovered this Ancient Cultivator Abode long ago? Was he deliberately shrouding things in mystery, or had he truly known of its existence all along? If it was the latter, could this man be that Barbarian Race cultivator's descendant?
"The Ancient Cultivator Abode is in a cave on the mountain top, but there are two early Fourth Order Green Beak Doves inside. Let's find a way to lure them out, then take the chance to break the Restriction. What do you think?"
Santa narrowed his eyes and made the suggestion.
Green Beak Doves were Demon Birds with extraordinarily potent venom, notoriously difficult to deal with. Their strength far surpassed that of ordinary early Fourth Order Spirit Birds and rivaled mid Fourth Order Demon Birds. With their strength, killing the two Fourth Order Demon Birds would not be difficult. However, they did not trust one another,