On the mountain path to the highest volcano, Zhang Ping whose entire body was wrapped in black smoke silently walked towards some workshops situated above several lava pools.

In front of him appeared a figure that was similarly wrapped in black smoke, appearing incomparably tall and lofty.

In Purgatory Mountain, only Purgatory Mountain’s great elders with the most venerable statuses could wrap themselves in black smoke, continuously accumulating prestige.

During the battle of Wenren Cangyue’s death, two of Purgatory Mountain’s great elders who exceeded normal Sacred Experts were killed. In all of Purgatory Mountain, including Zhang Ping, there were now only four Purgatory Mountain Great Elders left.

At any time before, Purgatory Mountain Great Elders never disturbed each other. Even if it was returning to their own residences or palaces, they would choose different paths. However, right now, this Purgatory Mountain Great Elder instead directly walked up to Zhang Ping.

He not only stopped on a flight of steps higher than Zhang Ping, looking down on him from above, the black smoke surging from his body also appeared even more intense, appearing more powerful than Zhang Ping’s.

“The patriarch has decided to make you one of us, but do not…

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