An old friend of the Feng clan
Qiyuan, the northern part of the 15th continent.
A beam of divine light swept over from the distance and landed in the sky above a mountain range.
The mountain range was filled with a thick nine-colored fog.
This place was the ancient Dao Lake, one of the ten Forbidden Lands of the primordial Qi.
Ding! Ding!
In the distance, clanking sounds could be heard from the nine-colored crystal Mist. It was clear that there were many people digging for treasures.
Tang Hao was a little surprised. He remembered that this place only opened once every few decades. Back then, it was just the right time for uncle bludgeon and the others to bring him here to dig for treasure. Could it be that he had come across it this time?
But when he looked around, he didn't see the crystal Mist in front of him grow any fainter.