White Bone Mountain stood at the edge of the wasteland. Its bulk was formed not of earth and stone, but of countless pale bones piled together.
Dark red moss grew between the bones, and the wind whistled through their hollow spaces with a mournful shriek.
Mu Chen and Nine Nether landed on White Bone Mountain.
Several enormous Spirit Beasts led their packs to surround them, their scarlet eyes locking onto the intruders.
They had rough scales and tattered wings, and a faint yet savage dragon-phoenix pressure flowed around them. Clearly, they possessed traces of dragon and phoenix bloodlines.
Perfect. They were precisely the catalyst needed to open the Dragon Phoenix Pool here.
Before the Spirit Beasts could strike, Mu Chen raised his hand and lightly tapped a finger.
Every Spirit Beast suddenly went rigid. The savagery in their scarlet eyes rapidly faded, replaced by a vacant bewilderment.
The next instant, their heads burst in unison, and their bodies shattered into blood mist!
Guided by Mu Chen's power, wisps of blood mist rose and gathered at the summit of White Bone Mountain, pouring into the sunken bone pool at its center.
Hiss-
Streams of milky-white mist, so dense they seemed impossible to disperse, suddenly erupted from the depths of the bone pool!
The mist churned like a living creature, instantly engulfing the entire summit of White Bone Mountain in a sea of white.
Within the white mist, the scenery shifted. Vast dragon silhouettes could faintly be seen winding through it, their scales and claws appearing and disappearing; magnificent phoenix silhouettes spread their wings and cried clearly, trailing brilliant tails of light.
Deep dragon roars intertwined with clear phoenix cries. Rather than grating on the ears, they carried a strange, soul-cleansing rhythm that echoed across this land of bones.
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