Su Mo sped through the illusory spatial passage.
Before long, he flew out of the spatial passage and arrived in a vast expanse of space.
Looking up, he saw that he was within the True Saint Realm. The enormous True Saint Tablet stood right before him.
Su Mo slowly approached the True Saint Tablet and pressed his palm against it. He was then sucked into the True Saint Tablet.
The True Saint Tablet's inner space was bright and silent.
Ahead, beyond a spatial passage, stood the enormous Nine-Colored Flagpole, enduring since time immemorial.
Su Mo took a deep breath and formed the hand seals once more, summoning the power of teleportation.
Su Mo did not fully understand the principles behind this teleportation, but he could guess that the massive True Saint Tablet was a Teleportation Array that supplied the power for transport.
As the hand seals formed, the space around him immediately solidified, then wrapped around his body and swiftly carried him through the void.
It would still take some time to reach Myriad Worlds Mountain, so Su Mo slowly sat cross-legged and closed his eyes to regulate his breathing.
The division of his soul and the weakening of his Spiritual Power had left him extremely frail. His strength had likely fallen by twenty to thirty percent.
Su Mo had no way to recover it and could only wait for his Spiritual Power to recover on its own.
Time slipped quietly by during the teleportation. One day passed after another, and after roughly eight or nine days, the teleportation came to a halt.
Su Mo walked out of the wormhole and appeared upon the enormous Myriad Worlds Mountain.
Brilliant starlight and all manner of exotic flowers and strange grasses unfolded before his eyes.
Sweeping his gaze around, Su Mo saw