Hou Yuxiao looked up at the bright moon in the sky, his mind slightly stirred. At this moment, he was on Tianzhu Peak, and he naturally wouldn't say these words aloud.
The closer they got to the peak of Tianzhu, the louder the devout prayers became. Clearly, not only the tens of millions of people in Yongdu City were praying, but also the disciples and sect members of the Rakshasa Holy Sect were synchronously praying at this time.
The sound of this prayer didn't seem like much at first, but as it became more intense and louder, it spontaneously gave one a chilling sensation. Hou Yuxiao and Hou Yujie exchanged a glance, both feeling a slight chill down their spines.
"We have arrived!"
Tianzhu Peak stands ten thousand meters high, and despite the peak's height, which should mean low temperatures, the temperature wasn't low. Atop the peak was a platform spanning five to six miles, surrounded by eighty-one divine statues, each topped with a ball of blue flame burning.
