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---- Chapter 3027 This ce was a region perpetually shrouded in dark clouds, surging with sinister energy. A pale, ghostly moon hung motionless in the sky above. Staring at it too long from the ground could easily leave one dizzy and disoriented. It was the werewolf n''s headquarters, the Dark Sacred Mountain. It belonged to no nation in the world. From ancient times, it had been upied by the werewolf ns alone. ording to legend, the world''s first werewolf was born in the demonic cavern beneath the Dark Sacred Mountain.
As Kan walked through the empty, dark, and evil canyon filled with massive boulders and jagged rocks, the massive bronze pirs on the sides suddenly ignited with cold, dim mes in their braziers. These mes gave light but no warmth. Instead, the passage ahead grew even colder as they burned. Several crows flew overhead. Theynded on the dead, withered tree trunks perched on the mountainside beside the canyon. Then, they began pecking at the twisted corpses hanging from the branches.
These bodies had been mostly drained of blood, though dark red ---- stains were still visible on their surfaces. Clearly, they had not been dead for more than a week. However, they had not dposed yet due to the low temperature. Even so, their faces werepletely unrecognizable, making them a horrifyingly gruesome sight. Kan''s expression remained unchanged, seemingly long ustomed to such sights. Finally, he arrived before the Sacred Mountain of the werewolf n. A massive, pitch-ck passage opened before him, exhaling icy wind as it led deep into the mountain.
Two restless werewolves stood guard on either side of the passage, saliva dripping from their mouths as continuous growls rumbled from their throats. When they saw Kan approaching, they raised their massive heads and released threatening low growls. Kan''s expression remained cold. "I need to see the Progenitor! The two werewolves'' fierce eyes sized him up. Then, they stepped aside to clear the path! Kan''s imposing figure disappeared into the dark passage. After walking through the rtively short tunnel, a faint light began to appear ahead.
However, it was still eerie and ufortable, making one''s skin crawl. ---- Yet to Kan, this ce was perfectly ordinary. Finally, he emerged from the passage into an exceptionally spacious steel hall The entire hall was cast from molten bronze, heavy and ancient, yet radiating raw savagery. It felt brutal, primal, and overwhelming. In the center of the hall stood three enormous thrones.
The one in the middle was the tallest, reaching over 30 feet high, while the ones on either side stood about 26 feet tall Standing before them made anyone feel small and insignificant At this moment, both the center throne and the one on the right stood empty; only the left throne was upied. An elderly man in a dark purple-ck coat sat there, his chest exposed and skeletal. He only had a few strands of hair, his ribs jutted out clearly, and his body was thin. His hands, like wed talons, trembled as they gripped a scepter. He stared at Kan with unblinking eyes.
"My child, you have note to the Sacred Mountain to see me in a very long time." His voice was hoarse and shrill, like a night bird screeching in the dark. Yet, his eyes were terrifyingly bright. They burned with bloodlust, cruelty, and deep, oppressive malice. ---- Kan dropped to one knee, his head bowed. "My respects, Progenitor." The old man, Ragnar Marrock, let out a strange, raspingugh. " You and Viktor are both clever ones. You carve out your own territories out there, so of course, you have no time for the Sacred Mountain. Speak, Kan.
You were born from the other two Progenitors and me... I know your ambition and desire all too well. I know why you havee." He chuckled and added, "I know you''re confused, suffering, and in agony right now."