บท 730: Helian Wei Wei, Jia Jue

A hidden ridge could be found within Mount White. Throughout the year, it was blanketed by a thick fog and untouched by sunlight.

The sky outside the ridge was pitch black and filled with lush gray clouds that rolled in an irregular pattern. Towering trees made the path appear awfully eerie.

No coachmen would dare set foot in that place as large boulders often fell onto the narrow carriage path, eventually disappearing over the edge into the seemingly bottomless abyss.

The word 'tomb' would make the townspeople tremble and pale, although they also seemed slightly excited.

They were wanted to go, but they were simply too afraid to do so.

If one did not have the Art of Exorcism, no one would dare to step into that realm.

Unless one was sick of being alive, and was simply seeking death.

Legend had it that a devil roamed the path leading to the tomb, waiting to lure passersby into sinning.