The figure was clad in a black robe, seemingly unwilling to show his face, wearing a bamboo hat on his head.
A weapon box was fastened to his waist.
This box could be large or small, even more convenient than a Space Ring.
Because it could absorb the Essence of Sun and Moon, constantly forging the weapons inside.
If enough time was given, it might elevate the weapon's level by a tier.
This weapon box was a symbol of identity in itself.
Because ordinary people didn't have the ability to afford it.
The black-robed figure halted outside the Great Thousand Gorge.
Murmuring to himself, "It's been two hundred years since I last came here, indeed the Heavenly Being tribe has declined.
Only now did they find the Formation."
The black-robed figure shook his head.
It's evident that he's somewhat disappointed that the curse was only discovered now.
He walked slowly in the dark.
