"Brother Zhao, there's something you don't know. This... Divine Sound Valley is a land blessed by the gods." Zhangsun Nineteen pulled Zhao Sheng into a corner and said in a lowered voice.
"Oh? What do you mean by that?" Zhao Sheng asked, feigning curiosity, though his gaze fell on the top of the man's head.
Above his head, there was an invisible thread-like string connected to him. The other end sank into the void, its destination unknown.
"I heard it from a certain senior myself. They say a divine immortal was once born here in Divine Sound Valley. For countless years, every so often, the sound of a god will ring out in this valley.
"That sound is wondrous and unfathomable to the extreme. It can actually let cultivators like us cut away our hair and cleanse our marrow, greatly increasing the quality of our bodies. If one hears it enough times, one can even shed the mortal body and exchange the bones, greatly improving one's comprehension and spiritual root aptitude.
"In addition, I've heard another rumor. A certain mighty figure once said that the marvel of the divine sound does not end there. In truth, it contains another mystery.
"As for what that mystery is, I have no idea.
"Those senior experts always avoid talking about it. Truly not straightforward at all."
Zhangsun Nineteen was blunt by nature, and he actually expressed his dissatisfaction directly in front of a stranger. The fact that he had not been beaten to death by now was also a matter of luck.
Zhao Sheng's gaze swept over the other Immortal Ruins Travelers, finally stopping on a white-haired old man with a turtle shell on his back and a bent, hunchbacked waist.
The white-haired old man was a human cultivator, and the turtle shell