Within the Divine Martial Academy, buildings of every kind gathered together in a dazzling array.
Pavilions, palaces, courtyards—there were simply too many to count.
Moreover, the materials used to construct these buildings varied as well: ordinary stone, fine sandalwood, exquisite white jade, and gleaming metal.
In short, every kind of building was gathered here, their styles wildly different and scarcely any alike.
Su Mo was secretly astonished. The Divine Martial Academy's buildings were truly strange; they had been constructed with absolutely no discernible pattern.
In some places, buildings stretched on in dense clusters as far as the eye could see, while in others, only a few scattered structures stood alone.
Along the way, Su Mo saw quite a few Divine Martial Academy disciples, every one of them possessing cultivation at the Martial Emperor realm.
Some young martial artists appeared to be only around twenty years old, yet they were already Martial Emperor Realm experts. They were truly extraordinary.
This left Su Mo quite shaken. As expected of a supreme academy with a million-year legacy—it was indeed anything but ordinary.
The young man led Su Mo through the Divine Martial Academy, passing one sprawling cluster of buildings after another, and before long they arrived before a great gate.
The gate was made of white jade, over a dozen zhang tall, with an ancient and imposing design. Countless intricate patterns had been carved upon it.
Most strangely, the gate consisted of nothing but a bare frame, standing in the middle of a barren stretch of land.
There was nothing before, behind, left, or right of the gate, as though it were merely an ornament.
At that moment, a young woman stood before the gate.
She appeared to be around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. She wore a pure white long dress, and