"Three hundred and eight."
Before the stone stele, Chu Mu gazed up at the monolith that shot toward the heavens like a sword.
In just a few days—less than a single day by the reckoning of the Desert Sea Heaven and Earth—the once-blank surface of this pure white stone stele was now inscribed with three hundred and eight names.
Among those names, a considerable number had already matured their "Scorpion Eggs" and entered Purifying Soul Mountain.
Chu Mu lowered his head and glanced at the glaring crimson on his wrist.
In a place where hundreds of Tier Three Golden Core Cultivators had gathered, the so-called Sand-tailed Scorpion Tide naturally posed little threat.
After several days, his "Scorpion Egg" had also matured as a matter of course.
The glaring crimson mark on his arm had become somewhat rounded and translucent, and its scorpion shape was growing ever more lifelike.
At a glance, it looked as if it were alive.
