After saying that, Dai Tianfeng turned to look at the several consecrates beside him.
"What exactly is this Carefree Village that old Daoist mentioned? Why was even someone as accomplished as him so full of mockery when he brought up those three words?"
The consecrates looked at one another, but none of them had an answer.
The hearts of viewers across the entire Douluo Continent were tightly seized by this enormous suspense.
Everyone waited in anticipation.
They awaited Tang Chen's arrival before that giant city of bones, hoped he could find a way to rid himself of the Bat King within his body, and even more eagerly anticipated the unveiling of the true face of "Carefree Village," a place yearned for by countless people yet scorned by great experts.
On the Sky Screen.
The paper boat slowly moved across the black waters.
The giant city of bones known as "Fengdu" drew ever closer.
Its walls were entirely piled from massive skeletons, radiating a ghastly white glow.
A battered plaque hung above the city gate, bearing two ancient characters.
And before those tightly shut gates of bone stood a tall figure wearing a bronze mask.
The figure held an old paper lantern in one hand, gazing gloomily at the paper boat Tang Chen rode.
Tang Chen stood at the bow, allowing the cold wind to buffet him.
He clenched his fists, his gaze incomparably resolute.
No matter what lay beyond those gates.
He would break through it.
Beneath the dim yellow sky, the paper boat drifted slowly onward along the black waters of the River of Forgetfulness.
The grayish-white mist around them grew denser and denser, carrying a bone-chilling cold that seemed capable of piercing the soul.
Tang Chen stood at the bow. He had only just used Daoist Lingjing's overwhelming