n the deck.As everyone boarded, the ship finally set sail. With all the formations on its hull activated, it wasn't slow at all.Jiang Yun sat on the deck, watching the Qitian Dao Realm gradually fade..."Junior Sister!"

Seeing Situ Jing fall, Dongfang Bo let out a surprised exclamation from his mouth. In a hurry, he waved his sleeve, and a gentle force gently supported Situ Jing's fallen body.

Then, a mouthful of blood spurted from Dongfang Bo's mouth, exploding in the air and dispersing into a cloud of blood mist. It quickly congealed into an altar!

A square altar stood before them, upon which nine round stone stelae were erected.

The Shrine of the Silent Tribe!

As the altar appeared in the heavens and earth, Dongfang Bo's hands were also rapidly forming countless hand seals, striking heavily upon this altar.t's return to the four realms' hidden place, and his self-created Eleventh Art of Refining Demons held an irresistible temptation for the ancient thought.If we can continue to suppress them in terms o...