The carriage raced through the enormous passage.
The ghostfire beneath the black bull's iron hooves cast a pale-green light, illuminating the surroundings.
Xiao Shengmo suddenly pulled hard on the reins, bringing the carriage to a slow stop—the end of the passage was a sheer drop.
Inside this mysterious giant tower buried underground, there was actually a hollow space—and standing in the empty center was an enormous metal pillar. The metal pillar was slowly rotating.
Though he had not approached it, Xiao Shengmo could already sense the terrifying energy radiating from the massive rotating pillar.
Xiao Shengmo frowned, then pulled the reins in his hand once more. The carriage set off again, spiraling upward around the enormous metal pillar.
The mysterious little tower that had sucked in Long Xiruo and the others still stood quietly beside Xiao Shengmo. It did not tremble in the slightest despite the carriage's jolting.
They had been almost completely unable to sense anything outside since they were sucked into the little tower.
This was the Ghost City Lord Xiao Shengmo's treasure—the Myriad Ghosts Tower.
Legend had it that it contained a world of its own and could absorb a hundred thousand ghost soldiers and generals. Once activated, the hundred thousand ghost soldiers and generals would emerge together, causing the winds and clouds to change color, as though hell had descended.
No one knew what the inside of the Myriad Ghosts Tower was really like—but surely, a place that contained a hundred thousand ghost soldiers and generals had to be gloomy and terrifying.
Unexpectedly, when Gui Qianyi and the others opened their eyes, what they saw was not a hell filled with terrifying sights, but a tranquil place where a winding path led into seclusion.
A small bridge over flowing water, a gentle breeze drifting by—it