The Runaway Spirit Pill

The strange, extraordinary aura that Wei Suo and Ling Longtian had sensed was emanating from within this natural stone tower, more than two hundred zhang tall. Wei Suo and the others continuously swept the area with their divine senses while carefully examining their surroundings.

"This should have been left behind by a strike Sword King Ancestor made at the height of his power. Its lingering might has yet to fade." Ling Longtian looked at the spatial rift on the left side of the stone tower, where several astonishingly solid Sword Qi occasionally spiraled forth amid the clang of metal, and spoke to Wei Suo.

Wei Suo nodded. Within that mirror-like spatial rift, Sword King Ancestor's aura was unmistakable.

A single strand of divine sense left behind by Sword King Ancestor had nearly killed him back then. Yet here, the might of one sword stroke had remained undispersed to this day. The realm of a peak Divine Profound fifth-level mighty figure was truly astonishing.

Seeing that the terrifying Sword Qi slashing out of the spatial rift looked profound but followed no discernible pattern, merely remnants of power, Wei Suo did not waste any time. He focused instead on the natural stone tower, which was clearly made of stone but whose surface was inexplicably covered in mottled verdigris.

"There does not seem to be any special restriction. There is something inside, but I cannot see it clearly..." Golden light flickered in Ling Longtian's eyes. After looking for a while, she spoke to Wei Suo.

"We'll ask this man first." Wei Suo did not dare be careless. He flicked several streams of radiance into Cao Yi's body behind him, dispelling the unceasing smoldering Yinfire within him.

"What is inside?" Wei Suo casually crushed a painkilling spirit pill into medicinal mist and sent it