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True God of the Heavenly Palace?
Fang Wang's brows furrowed involuntarily under the fox mask upon hearing the mysterious voice.
Xiao Zi, Niu Hai, and Duan Tian hadn't heard the voice just now and remained vigilant, watching ahead.
Fang Wang remained silent, calmly waiting.
As they flew deeper, the fog ahead gradually thinned and the mountains began to take shape.
Duan Tian, standing behind Niu Hai, looked intently ahead, his eyelids twitching violently.
They weren't mountains at all, but rather gargantuan skeletons of white bones.
These skeletons resembled human bones but were much larger, with most standing over a thousand zhang tall, and all were kneeling on the ground; it was difficult to estimate their height if they stood up.
The atmosphere grew tense, and even Xiao Zi dared not be careless, its dragon eyes constantly sweeping in every direction.