Dongsheng Shenzhou, proudly coming to the border of the country.
It was autumn, the thirteenth year of Zhenguan.
Wuzhi Mountain stretches for more than 500 miles, and its main peak is like a Buddha's palm pointing to the sky, suppressing a demon king who caused havoc in the Heavenly Palace five hundred years ago. The mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist, and apes and tigers roar from time to time. Ordinary hunters dare not go deep into the mountains.
At this moment, there was unusual movement at the foot of the mountain.
