Constant Breakthroughs

Days passed slowly. In the vast and boundless Mountain Ranges of Origin, demon clouds rolled over the sky, but the mountains were still barren and dead silent.

A few months ago, countless warriors stepped into the mountains, and now many people had died here. Of course, there were also quite a lot of people who had found the ruins of the ancient battlefield and unearthed what ancient demon emperors and Renhuangs had left.

But of course, there were more dangers than opportunities, and a lot of cultivators had been buried in the Mountain Range of Origin.

Ye Futian escaped danger. At this time, the Sword Peak had collapsed, and in the land full of tumbling evil forces, Ye Wuchen had thought about giving up many times, but Yu Sheng kept him in the Buddha light all the time. The Buddhist chants kept falling upon his years and helped him to see a faint glow of dawn in the abyss of agony, while he was struggling in despair.