Chapter 1291 - 1289: Eight Desolate God Fist
Xiao Yifeng wandered aimlessly through this place, occasionally coming across piles of white bones and some dried remains. Scattered all around were damaged sabers, spears, swords, and halberds. Xiao Yifeng sensed that all of these weapons contained incredibly powerful energy.
As he walked on, Xiao Yifeng suddenly discovered a mountain valley. Just as he was debating whether to venture inside, Little Xiuxiu excitedly bolted toward the valley. Xiao Yifeng had no choice but to follow.
However, as Xiao Yifeng entered the valley, a chill immediately ran down his spine. The valley was teeming with a dense, massive swarm of resentment spirits. The air was thick with terrifying resentment energy, hostility, and Evil Qi, completely saturating the valley.
At that moment, Little Xiuxiu stood in the middle of the valley, its body swelling to tens of times its normal size, emanating a blood-red light. Opening its enormous maw, it unleashed a dreadful devouring force, swallowing all the resentment spirits into its body.
Within a minute, the thousands upon thousands of resentment spirits that had filled the valley were completely devoured by Little Xiuxiu.
Now, a terrifying aura hung over Little Xiuxiu. Its body reverted to its original size before running to a spot and promptly falling asleep, evidently digesting the energy it had absorbed from the spirits.
With the resentment spirits gone, Xiao Yifeng’s gaze fell upon a stele standing in the center of the valley, radiating an aura of eternal ancient desolation.
Unbeknownst to himself, Xiao Yifeng felt irresistibly drawn to the stele and walked toward it.
Standing before the stele, Xiao Yifeng sensed a horrifying battle intent emanating from it—a force that had not dissipated over countless ages.
The stele was entirely black, covered in strange, intricate patterns. Its top, however, was slanted and exceptionally smooth, as if someone had cut it with a sword, leaving only half of the stele intact.