The party immediately began moving forward.
Zhou Heng had no desire to waste more time on the journey, so he quietly released his aura, allowing their group to pass without obstruction. He was a seventeen-phase Bright Immortal himself, and with the Purple Flame Heavenly Dragon beside him, even the faintest trace of their aura was enough to make demon beasts tremble in fear.
Even Clear River Fairy failed to notice what he had done—though in truth, it would not have mattered if she had. He was merely playing along with Sang Qingshan, giving the man a chance to show off.
But Sang Qingshan could never make Clear River Fairy fall for him, so there was really no need for this grand performance to continue. The only reason Zhou Heng kept it up was that he did not want Sang Qingshan to suffer too crushing a blow.
There had been danger at every turn before, but now that things had suddenly become calm, everyone found it even more unsettling. They constantly feared that some savage demon beast might suddenly leap out and deal them a fatal strike.
The atmosphere was exceedingly stifling. No one spoke, as though making a sound would draw out the demon beasts.
Two days later, they were only a few hundred li from the tall tower. They could clearly make out the details on its body now. Its texture seemed both metallic and wooden, carrying an air of grandeur and nobility.
Before them stretched a vast, level grassland. The green grass barely covered their feet, and whether any demon beasts lay in ambush here could be seen at a glance.
How strange. Where had all those demon beasts gone?
Yet this tower might well be the endpoint of their journey. Now that they had come this far,