After thinking for a moment, Lu Hen Ge bowed slightly and said, "Please lead the way, Senior."

He didn't know if it was an illusion, but Lu Hen Ge always felt that Kunpeng looked at him with a strange look, as if there was a hint of nostalgia.

"Sit on my back."

Kunpeng turned his huge body around.

Lu Hen Ge jumped onto Kunpeng's back without any hesitation. Compared with Kunpeng, Lu Hen Ge's body seemed too small.

Next second.

The scene before my eyes began to seem unreal.

Kunpeng's speed was too fast, and Lu Hen Ge's eyes and soul could not keep up with it. Even his pupils that had broken through the limitations felt the tearing pain.

In desperation.

Lu Hen Ge could only close his eyes and rest.

After a long time.

Kunpeng finally stopped.

Lu Hen Ge slowly opened his eyes, and the scene that came into view was a desolate one, as if it was a place of exile.

This place is very far away from the fairyland and the westernmost world.

This was a place Lu Hen Ge had never set foot in before, a completely unfamiliar area.

Kunpeng's body gradually shrank.

After a few breaths.

Kunpeng's body became almost the same size as Lu Hen Ge's.

"Do you see the stone tablet not far away?"

Kunpeng said softly.

Following Kunpeng's gaze, Lu Hen Ge saw a huge stone, but no stele. "Stone stele? Where is it?"

Kunpeng continued, "Your next task is to chisel this stone into the shape of a stele and use the imperial brush in your hand to write your name on the stele."

"Of course, I'm just bringing a message to you. If you don't want to, I won't force you."

Lu Hen Ge was stunned: "So simple?"

Hearing this.

Kunpeng was silent for a moment, then said, "It's that simple."