"Therefore, this Taoist Field is the Holy Land of the dead, a forbidden area for the living."
Young Master Xuan's gaze was stern as he asked, "How do we break the formation?"
The elder in the black robe shook his head slightly.
Young Master Xuan asked curiously, "Isn't this your Great Wilderness's inheritance? It should be the handiwork of the Great Wilderness clan, does even the Second Elder not know?"
The elder's murky eyes trembled slightly, suddenly revealing a cold intent to kill, "The one who created this arrangement is a traitor of the Great Wilderness. He... stole the inheritance of the Great Wilderness, deserving of a thousand deaths..."
Mo Hua, standing aside, was startled upon hearing this.
A traitor of the Great Wilderness?
Who is he talking about?
Young Master Xuan didn't care much about the traitor of the Great Wilderness; he only cared about whether he could reach the Divine Temple.
"Is there no other way?"
