At the same time as the nine thunders sounded, Duan Lingtian's figure moved, as if turning into a black lightning, heading north.

He did not forget the purpose of this journey north:

The ‘entrance’ that is suspected to be the treasure house left by the ninth-transformation powerhouse of the Saint Immortal!

Seeing Duan Lingtian's back disappear before their eyes, Dong Guozhi and the other three breathed a sigh of relief. They looked at each other and saw a strong sense of 'bitterness' in each other's eyes.

Duan Lingtian didn't know.

Just when he was about to join in the fun at the 'treasure house' that was suspected to be left by the ninth-transformation strongman of the Saint Immortal, he was in the distant 'Northern Territory', on top of a snow-capped snow peak all year round.

Apart from the first skill of the Qijue Sect, ‘Misty Rain’, the other contemporary successors of the Six Skills have already gathered together!

Seven people, both men and women, were sitting cross-legged on a stone platform halfway up the snow peak.

And the stone platform they were on was also engraved with some dense and complex patterns, which invisibly revealed the vicissitudes and ancient atmosphere.

Above the stone platform, an old man and a beautiful woman stood in the air, looking up at the sky.
Chapter completed!