Just as Yang Yu was hastening towards the Stone Forest, the Curse Sect's forces were also gathering there.
Numerous followers dressed in black robes from the Curse Sect unscrewed jars, pouring out the flowing black substance into the cracks between the stones.
In no time, the black liquid completely sank into the crevices, leaving no trace behind.
Thrusting a wide giant sword into the pile of stones, the silver armor of the Chaste Jasmine, adorned with beautiful jasmine patterns, shimmered in the sunlight.
A graceful female minstrel leaned against a towering stalagmite, gently strumming the piano strings.
Not far from her, another minstrel was leaning against a stalagmite, also plucking piano strings, but he was an elderly man with white hair.
A few dozen meters away, several more bards were strumming their piano strings as well.
To inherit the epic of heroes cannot be achieved by just one or two people; it requires thousands upon thousands of singers.
