f cultivators rushing towards them, a cold light flashed in Jiang Yun's eyes. He reached out and grasped empty air, and countless bolts of lightning appeared, shooting wildly in all directions.The sou..."Junior Sister!"

Seeing Situ Jing fall, Dongfang Bo let out a surprised exclamation from his mouth. In a hurry, he waved his sleeve, and a gentle force gently supported Situ Jing's fallen body.

Then, a mouthful of blood spurted from Dongfang Bo's mouth, exploding in the air and dispersing into a cloud of blood mist. It quickly congealed into an altar!

A square altar stood before them, upon which nine round stone stelae were erected.

The Shrine of the Silent Tribe!

As the altar appeared in the heavens and earth, Dongfang Bo's hands were also rapidly forming countless hand seals, striking heavily upon this altar.e various cultivation resources to maintain their race's survival.This day, the fragrant world, must be one of the worlds within the destroyed realm.And perhaps a certain clan within the Tenth Clan is...