Around the mountains, within a radius of ten thousand miles, no grass grows, no rotten wood remains.
At a glance, the entire world seems shrouded in darkness.
This vast and grand mountain range seems to merge with the sky and earth.
At the entrance of Black Mountain stands a very large stone monument.
The monument is carved in the likeness of the Black Dove tribe.
The black feathers are smooth yet sturdy.
Their heads resemble eagles, filled with gloom and ferocity.
Anyone who takes a glance can be pierced by their sharp gaze.
Their tail wings are like flames in bloom, incredibly radiant.
Four claws represent terrifying strength.
Seeing this statue, some knowledgeable people stepped forward and said.
"There's a barrier near Black Mountain, you must activate this statue to enter."
"No need for such trouble," the Innate Fool snorted coldly.
He said, "Watch me break it."
Beside him, the Molten Rock Venerable was also poised to move.
