Around the vast stretches of White Bone Mountain, a group of youths were climbing at this moment.
The youngest was only eight, while the oldest was over thirty.
Ahead were more than eighteen hundred steps, piled with bones, with array patterns carved into them, which could conjure illusions affecting the cultivators' minds. The more powerful the cultivation, the greater the suppression and impact; conversely, mortals with lower cultivation faced less influence.
Thud!
With a crashing sound, a youth rolled down the steps.
Falling to the bottom.
The illusion realm vanished, and the youth's eyes were filled with unwillingness, anger, and helplessness.
The next moment, another sound echoed as another youth tumbled down.
The youth who was initially unwilling felt much better.
Just then, another youth stepped onto the first step, but upon doing so, activated the array pattern, falling into an endless illusion realm.
