Rongshan, on the shores of Yingrong Lake!
At this moment, under the glow of the setting sun, the entire Yingrong Lake appeared shimmering, if not for those corpses with pitch-black faces in the lake, it should have been a place of exceptional beauty.
On the shores of Yingrong Lake, there were still numerous cultivators, many of whom were only in the early middle stage of the Heavenly Realm and did not possess the formidable Power of Soul of a Meridian Refining Master, and naturally dared not set foot into the lake.
Yet they did not leave, perhaps they had not completely given up on the treasures in the Murong Tomb, or perhaps some unexpected change might occur, offering them a slim chance.
Whoosh!
Just as the crowd occasionally glanced at the calm lake waters, a sound of wind breaking suddenly came from somewhere, and as they followed the sound, they saw a graceful silhouette.
