Suddenly, a gust of wind swept across the sky with a whoosh, leaving a long trail in its wake. The plane carrying the middle-aged man and his disciple Sharpner approached Korin's Sacred Land, and on one side of the curved horizon, a towering spire connecting to the heavens gradually came into view.
Korin Tower was right before their eyes.
Soon, the body of Korin Tower grew clearer and clearer. In their field of vision, they could already make out the ivory-white tower soaring into the sky. Its base was rooted on the horizon, while its upper half pierced into the clouds, hidden behind pure white drifting clouds. From time to time, black specks could be seen falling out of the cloud layer, only to be caught by small aircraft.
"Teacher, look! That's Korin Tower." Sharpner leaned against the window and pointed at Korin Tower beyond the glass, his excitement especially high.
Yamcha glanced at his disciple. "Don't get so worked up. After the Martial Arts Tournament ends, you can try challenging it."
"Teacher, do you think I can succeed?"
Sharpner calmed his excitement a little and asked.
"With your strength, climbing Korin Tower is still a bit of a stretch, but you should still give it a try. You can take the opportunity to see how miraculous Korin Tower is."
"Mm." Sharpner nodded hard and gazed at Korin Tower with reverence.
This world-famous divine tower had too many legends attached to it. According to legend, as long as one climbed Korin Tower with bare hands, they could receive guidance from Korin, who lived atop the divine tower. In the past, perhaps not many people believed such legends, but now that the martial arts era had begun, the authenticity of Korin Tower was beyond doubt.
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