Savages

The Immortal Graveyard was a mountain range surrounded by thick, black fog.

It was very quiet inside the mountain range and there were no signs of life. This kind of silence was too scary.

Deep inside the mountain range was a giant hole.

Old man Hu’s group of six sat outside this hole. Compared to the hole, they looked very insignificant.

Old man Hu sat cross-legged. He had been waiting here for almost one month. Although they had encountered no dangers along the way, something was making his skin crawl during the trip.

As a Soul Formation cultivator, he didn’t believe that this kind of feeling would occur for no reason. Now that he was near the hole, that feeling was even stronger.

Old man Hu thought, “Adding fellow cultivator Wang, there will be three Soul Formation cultivators. As long as we don’t go in too deep, there shouldn’t be an issue…”