C797 Thousand Years of Bitter Cultivation

Every faction had individuals who had entered the stone monument. The selection process of the stone remained a mystery, as did the intricacies of its internal design.

With the chance now gone and the secret realm sealed, lingering in the Ancient Desolate Forest seemed pointless. Disheartened, the crowd departed from the ancient woods, a place shrouded in miasma and overrun by Demonic Beasts