Chapter 497: The Vengeful Spirit of the Saintess

Camden Ford stood in a clearing, surrounded by towering trees. A chilling wind rustled through the leaves, creating a hissing sound. The whole Heavenly Beast Mountain Range felt terrifyingly eerie. A small mouse perched on the branches of a semi-immortal tree, its expression serious, eyes flickering as if deep in thought. Meanwhile, Camden could faintly hear a weeping sound that seemed both distant and near. The cry carried an ancient, melancholic aura, steeped in sorrow. "What is going on here?"...