It was a giant stone, about the size of a house, smoothed by years of wind and rain.
On top of the stone was a black stele without inscriptions, mysteriously embedded into the stone.
As Li Yan and the others approached, a fierce wind howled, and thick fog rose, obscuring the giant stone, making everything seem blurred and vague.
"Hmph!"
Li Yan let out a cold snort, "Old Sha, get the gunpowder!"
He could see that the spiritual acupoint was sealed by this strange stone, forming a concealment with the surrounding terrain and Qimen Dunjia.
As long as the stone is blasted away, the spiritual acupoint will appear.
"Hold on!"
A sharp and hoarse voice sounded from within the stone crevices, "I have nothing to do with this, nor do I want to oppose you. Leave quickly!"
Bai Huan also gave a look, slightly shaking his head.
