Chapter 142 - Divine Tide

The mountain gate was impressive, and two ash brown stone mountains were present. They were study and ancient, and had existed for many years.

Ever since the the bloodbath of ancient saints, there would always heroic youths entering the Hundred Shattering mountains every hundred years. Many people have entered inside to search for and admire the precious artifacts.

When the little guy entered, a group of geniuses from powerful races had entered as well. The tide of people were like a flood, following inside.

The ruins were vast and boundless, and black mist floated about. The entire world was dusky, and it wasn’t possible to see far within this scenery. On the ground, debris covered everything. There were numerous broken walls and ruins; these were the Historical Remains.

Chi

A streak of multicolored light surged within the ruins, as if it was a silver thread. It quickly pierced through the air, startling everyone. It most likely flew up just beside them.

“Chase!”

A large group of geniuses shouted loudly. They ran out one after another towards the distance in an attempt to catch it. That was a precious artifact that had already developed intelligence, so if it was caught, it would be priceless.

“The precious artifacts are buried within the ruins?” The little guy was confused. He clearly saw that the silver thread just now was a tree branch. It had gone through endless years without decay, and was extremely spiritual.

“These precious artifacts are all alive, and won’t hide in one spot. They will constantly change locations, appearing from anywhere,” said the Flame Crow.

A large group of creatures were walking together. Other than the little guy, the rest were all Archaic descendants. Their strength were great, all of them strong and robust; normal people wouldn’t dare to come close.

This area of the Historical Remains was exceedingly vast, reaching straight to the limits of the great earth. Other than the rubble and debris, there were also shattered mountains in the distance. From time to time, there would be precious light emerging from within the dusky mist.

Their group traveled deep inside, creating kacha kacha sounds as they stepped on the rubble left behind by ancient existences. It was as if they were hearing the various divine sounds of battle from back then, making it difficult for their hearts to stay calm as they walked here.

Wuwu...

A purple cloud rose, creating a whimpering sound....