Myriad Worlds Mountain was still the same as before: a colossal mountain peak, glittering with starlight, floated in the pitch-black void.
Countless unknown exotic flowers and strange grasses covered the mountain. Buildings stood in various places across the peak, yet there was little sign of human presence.
Whoosh!
With a flash, Su Mo drifted down and landed steadily on the plaza halfway up the mountain.
On the plaza stood a hundred-zhang-tall golden statue, towering like a mountain and exuding an imposing aura.
Su Mo gave a slight bow to the Realm Lord's statue, then left the plaza and walked toward a grand hall nearby.
The hall was plain and unadorned. Above its doors hung the three large words "Merit Hall," their strokes somewhat blurred, perhaps worn away by the erosion of countless years.
Su Mo walked straight into the hall. It was spacious and empty, containing only a battered stone counter. Behind it sat a middle-aged burly man cross-legged.
The man was powerfully built and wore a coarse sleeveless shirt, bare-chested. Black stubble covered his dark face like steel needles.
The moment Su Mo saw him, he thought of the image of a butcher from his previous life.
If this man held a pig-slaughtering knife, he would be a butcher through and through!
At this moment, the burly man's eyes were shut. Not a trace of aura emanated from him, as though he had turned to stone.
"Greetings, Senior!" Su Mo came before the stone counter and respectfully bowed. Though he could not discern the man's cultivation, he did not dare show the slightest neglect.
Hearing Su Mo's words, the burly man slowly opened his eyes, his gaze unfathomably deep.
"Turning in a mission?" the man asked flatly, his voice deep and muffled.
"Yes, turning in a mission!" Su Mo