C873 Descending spirit mountain

Deep inside Erigeron.

Silence. Silence.

This place was getting more and more desolate.

Dao San's expression was indifferent as he carved the eight trigrams of yin and yang onto the wall.

Right now, he was wholeheartedly cultivating, and he had already reached the third level of Grand Master. However, this did not make him happy at all.

On the contrary, it was lonely.

At the same time