The trunk of this Ruomu was far too broad.
Looking forward and back, they could not see the edge even at a glance. The group sped across the flying swords as though flying over an ordinary plain.
The only difference was that the ground below was neither grassland nor the Gobi, nor mudflats, but the gray-brown bark of Ruomu...
Although Transformation Sword Divine City was the core divine city of the Sword Race, it was not located at the very center of Ruomu, but slightly north of the center.
Now they headed south. After roughly three to five incense sticks' worth of time, they saw a crack.
It was merely a fissure in Ruomu, but before them, it was like a colossal canyon.
Sword Without Trace gently turned the tip of his longsword and began flying along the crack.
The True Gods followed close behind...
As they continued forward, the crack grew broader, and more and more cracks appeared before them.
The cracks intersected with one another, eventually forming a vast opening. Only then did Luo Zheng suddenly understand.
This looked like a wound on Ruomu... Could it have been caused by that giant insect?
The enormous opening stretched hundreds of li across. Looking down from the flying swords, they could not see the bottom.
Before long, Sword Without Trace stopped at the center of the opening. His words confirmed Luo Zheng's guess.
"We've reached our destination. Everyone, this old man can only escort you this far. Below is a vertical cavern three hundred million zhang deep. The entire journey upward will be fraught with danger. Those who wish to give up may turn back now!" Sword Without Trace said indifferently.
Not one True God on the flying swords spoke. Only the whistling wind answered.
They had already come this