Chapter 6469

The mist over the northern region of the Seventeenth Firmament had not yet cleared when Morgana personally led Jared and Master Wellspring onward. With morning dew underfoot, the three of them headed straight for the deepest reaches of Beastmoor Ridge, toward the entrance to the Elder Soulborn Forest.

Along the way, countless beasts lay low and spirit birds folded their wings tight. An ancient, strange spirit aura filled the air, heavy enough that even Master Wellspring—a Level Three Golden Immortal adept—kept his face set and did not dare let down his guard for even a moment.

The entrance to the Elder Soulborn Forest lay hidden in a gorge in the heartland of Beastmoor Ridge. It was no ordinary road in, but a massive stone door that had stood there for a thousand years.

The stone door rose about ten yards high and stretched five yards wide. Its entire body had been built from some unknown black stone. Its surface was smooth as a mirror, yet carved all over with dense Elder Soulborn runes.

Those runes twisted and wound across the stone like rushing rivers, and also like spirit serpents coiling over one another. In the dim gorge, they flickered with a faint blue glow, carrying an ancient authority and a strange chill, as if they were silently warning every intruder that danger waited everywhere beyond this point.

Beneath the stone door stood two beast-folk adepts in black beast armor. Their bodies were straight as pines, their faces set in cold severity, and the aura gathered around them was dense and controlled. Both possessed True Immortal Realm Level Nine cultivation.