Thinking of this, Zhao Sheng felt a chill in his heart and an even more urgent desire to return home.
In an instant, he shifted away once more.
...
Deep within the White Bone Abyss, the yin wind howled, and black clouds covered the sky, yet a "Crescent Moon" hung in mid-air.
This "Crescent Moon" was extremely thin, appearing like a slightly curved "line of light," stretching no less than a hundred miles.
At this moment, directly below the "Crescent Moon," atop the majestic and grand White Bone Mountain Peak, stood a Bone Palace over a hundred zhang tall. The palace was entirely white, without any decorations on the outside, appearing to be built from billions of bones, exuding a constant eerie and cold aura.
