Spirit Vessel

“So many people!” No wonder why those young cultivators from Sun Moon could enter Endless Land.

It looked like the outer regions have truly changed. These people gathered right outside Bronze Cauldron without caution, seemingly waiting for something.

The night curtain dropped down and there were lamps and torches everywhere.

These cultivators erected tents and bonfires. Some began cultivating in waiting with their spirit stones and activated meridians; a faint glow appeared around them.

Some sat around the fire and grilled some meat while drinking wine, seemingly discussing something.

Feiyun turned his attention to a group near a cliff. On top of their big fire was a piece of wood more than one meter wide so the flame was quite strong.

They wore strange outfits. One had a saber scar on his face, straight down where an eye used to be. A golden serpent coiled around his waist. He had an aggressive and intimidating aura.

Their weapons were big and crude, such as a big woodchopper, a wolf’s fang mace, a hammer as big as a grinder.

They drank and cursed in a jovial manner. Everyone else stayed far away from them, perhaps out of disdain. All in all, this wasn’t the crowd to mingle with.

“Second Boss, look at that woman over there, so sexy!” Wu Jiu held a broiled golden wing and chomped down while staring at Long Qingyang sitting on her jade seat over yonder. Oil and fat streamed down his hands. He didn’t mind wiping them off with his ragged sleeves.

Next to him was a short and muscular man - black in complexion, big eyes, and a full beard. He slapped Wu Jin in response: “You’re hopeless. If you like her, then go talk to her!”

This person looking like a gorilla was the second boss of Huang Feng Ridge.