Ruins Ridge, the entrance to the valley.
As the array broke, the mountain forest opened up, and the dense entrance bushes fell like straw, revealing a path of bluestone slabs that extended into the depths, its end unknown.
The mountain breeze swept through, carrying with it an ancient, desolate breath that surged from within the valley.
Everyone at the entrance of the valley looked up in the direction of the valley, their faces filled with shock and burning anticipation.
However, nobody dared to move rashly.
This place was an Ancient Cultivation City, and without thinking, one knew that it would be extremely perilous.
The direction in which the bluestone slabs extended was still the Ancient Wood Wolf Forest, towering into the sky.
In the distance, the mountain peaks were shrouded in mist, barely visible were shadows like giant beasts, exuding a sense of mystery and oppression.
