บท 1082: Rain

Far away from this forest, to the east of the continent, there was a mountain range. This mountain range was very strange. It didn't meander like a dragon but was connected in a ring.

Within the ring-shaped mountain range was a huge basin.

There were buildings everywhere in the basin, and the night was bright. However, at this moment, there was a sorrowful aura in the basin. It was as if even the rain couldn't suppress this sorrowful aura. Even the thunder and lightning in the sky couldn't make this sorrowful aura disappear.

In the mountain range outside the basin, eight huge 100 meter thick pillars were scattered in eight directions. The distance between them was the same, as if they were growing on the mountain range. They stabbed into the sky diagonally.

About 10,000 meters away from the basin, these eight stone pillars were connected to a huge Taoist temple. From afar, it looked like the Taoist temple was suspended in the air by these eight stone pillars.