he countless snowflakes drifting in the sky vanished instantly.Even, the chill within this region perpetually covered in snow was instantly dispelled.In its place, there is a warmth.As if this winter..."Junior Sister!"

Seeing Situ Jing fall, Dongfang Bo let out a surprised exclamation from his mouth. In a hurry, he waved his sleeve, and a gentle force gently supported Situ Jing's fallen body.

Then, a mouthful of blood spurted from Dongfang Bo's mouth, exploding in the air and dispersing into a cloud of blood mist. It quickly congealed into an altar!

A square altar stood before them, upon which nine round stone stelae were erected.

The Shrine of the Silent Tribe!

As the altar appeared in the heavens and earth, Dongfang Bo's hands were also rapidly forming countless hand seals, striking heavily upon this altar. really couldn't figure out how her disciple, who was at least a Heaven-Defying Realm cultivator, could fail to see through the origins of a Lower Realm cultivator."I can't really explain, you'll know...