Wang Wu did not delve deeper, but instead controlled his sword, standing in the wind at an altitude of one hundred thousand meters, waiting quietly.
He now already understood the entirety of Yue Mountain's memories and was naturally familiar with most of the rules of the Human Race.
For example, the sky before him, which appeared vast and boundless with white clouds scattered, was actually filled with dark thunder and densely packed with divine talisman restrictions.
From south to north three thousand miles, east to west two thousand miles, from the ground to the sky one hundred thousand meters, from the surface to five thousand meters underground, it was all there!
Never underestimate the madness of Human Race Cultivators.
Especially after an invasion from the Demon Race happened once, the defense level of this place would only become more perverse.
