On the day the Mabo Mountain Ancient Tomb opened, every immortal cultivator who arrived at Mabo Mountain felt their scalp tingle at the sight before them, a wave of chill surging from the depths of their hearts.
There on Mabo Mountain, skeletons were piled layer upon layer like eerie, terrifying black mountain ranges, exuding a blood-chilling deathly frost as if they had suddenly risen from the endless depths of hell.
The bones stood in dense, countless rows like an endless dark forest, resembling countless cursed souls struggling and wailing in silence. Every single bone seemed to recount a past of tragedy and despair. That bizarre scene struck terror into the heart of every cultivator present.
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