On the Dusty Platform.
An airplane slowly landed.
The Prophet was the first to walk out, brushing his coat off.
With his hands behind his back, he looked at the familiar divisions of the Dusty Platform, unable to help but exclaim: "From here, all other mountains seem small."
The location of the Dusty Platform was at the peak of Wayland.
Of course, it was slightly inferior compared to Demarco Mount.
Comparable to Boulevard.
Behind him, Trent Marsh was pushed down from the airplane.
A Martial Monk followed behind Trent Marsh to prevent any accidents.
These Martial Monks had no independent thoughts; they were the Prophet's puppets.
But their combat abilities were extremely formidable.
"Familiar, isn't it? This is the ruins of the former Nine Spirits Temple! Beneath it lies the dark path from the Six Cycles of Reincarnation within the Underworld Hall!"
