The Formless Ancient Race, an ancient secret realm...
Mountains eroded, rivers dried up, all things decayed.
Air currents suddenly stirred up gray dust, swirling around.
In the sand, "Fourth Uncle" Tang Xiaoping was standing.
In front of him was a broken stone tablet.
The stone tablet was extremely sturdy, as if protected by some strange force, hidden, and he wouldn't have discovered it if he hadn't walked up to it.
Moreover, this tablet couldn't be copied or inscribed; it could only be studied for cultivation.
At this moment, he was staring intently at the ancient characters on the stone tablet.
"Chenggen Mountain, so it can be used in reverse, intersecting with the sky, allowing one to merge not only with the earth but also with the wind?"
"Is that possible?"
Tang Xiaoping muttered intermittently, growing more and more excited.
Since the day he tested with that youngster, he seemed to have sparked inspiration.
