I do not know how much time passed, but Su Mo opened his eyes, which had been tightly shut.
Because he had already stopped, and Mingxu Star River had arrived.
Lifting his eyes to look around, this was a bright space, still the space within the True Saint Tablet, exactly the same as the space within the True Saint Tablet of Ancient Spirit Star River.
It was the same passageway, with the same Nine-Colored Flagpole outside the passageway, frantically absorbing spiritual Qi.
All of this almost made Su Mo think that he had returned to Ancient Spirit Star River once again.
What on earth is this damn thing?
Gazing through the spatial passageway, his eyes fell upon the heaven-reaching and earth-straddling Nine-Colored Flagpole, and Su Mo muttered to himself.
The True Saint Tablet should have been set up by Myriad Worlds Mountain to recruit disciples from all over, but could this Nine-Colored Flagpole also have been set up by Myriad Worlds Mountain?
Su Mo could not figure it out, so he did not dwell on it. A short while later, he walked out of the True Saint Tablet.
Outside the True Saint Tablet was still a vast and empty space, with the huge True Saint Tablet standing proudly in the void, exactly the same as the True Saint Realm of Ancient Spirit Star River.
Su Mo looked up and saw dozens of names on the True Saint Tablet, presumably the geniuses of Mingxu Star River who had left their names on the True Saint Tablet.
Immediately, Su Mo formed hand incantations, opened the space of this True Saint Realm, and strode out.
Stepping out of the True Saint Realm, Su Mo appeared in a wasteland. Scanning his surroundings, there was not a single human figure within a radius of tens