Gazing at the eerie mountainous terrain built from countless coffins before him, the chilling cold wind that swept towards him slightly lifted Qi Xiu's lapels.
Narrowing his eyes, he deployed the Observing Qi Skill to scrutinize Hundred Coffin Mountain, eager to understand what kind of force could preserve the last vestige of life for those buried here. Under the special black-and-white intertwined vision, an ancient bridge suddenly appeared over Hundred Coffin Mountain. It spanned two lands, one end here and the other extending into the unknown distance. Numerous figures stirred, gathering at the head of the bridge. Some squatted on the ground, some paced back and forth, and others hesitantly stepped onto the bridge, seemingly preparing to walk towards the other side.
Is it because of this ancient bridge...
