The figure wore a black robe, seemingly unwilling to show his face, with a conical hat on his head.
A weapon case hung at his waist.
The case could grow or shrink at will, making it even more convenient than a spatial ring.
Because it could absorb Sun and Moon Essence, continuously forging the weapons within.
Given enough time, the weapons' grade might rise by an entire tier.
The weapon case itself was a symbol of status.
Ordinary people simply could not afford one.
The black-robed figure stopped outside the Great Thousand Gorge.
He muttered to himself, "It has been two hundred years since I last came here. The Celestial Race has truly declined.
"They only discovered the formation now."
The black-robed figure shook his head.
It was clear that he was somewhat disappointed that the other party had only discovered the curse now.
He slowly walked through the darkness.
Around the Great Thousand Gorge, Celestial Race cultivators had formed patrol squads and were conducting inspections.
Yet when the black-robed figure walked right past them, they noticed absolutely nothing.
It was as though he were invisible.
This black-robed figure was extremely brazen. He strode openly into the Great Thousand Gorge just like that.
Those low-level cultivators could not even see through his disguise.
The black-robed figure stretched out a hand, and the earth began to tremble.
"Rumble, rumble."
The earth's crust shifted, and the foundation began to sink.
Layer upon layer of steps emerged from the ground.
Those steps led into the cave beneath the mountain.
The black-robed figure walked inside step by step.
At the same time, in He Shi Tou's home, Xu Zimo, who had been cultivating, slowly opened his eyes.
"He's here!"
Before leaving that stone chamber, he had left behind a wisp of spiritual energy.
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