Inside the palace.
Su Mo, Xi'er, Long Ao, Xiang Tiangang, and You Shan, the three great lords, sat cross-legged on prayer mats in a circle.
"Gentlemen, in dealing with the Overlord Race this time, I had you to thank for your help. Great kindness needs no words of thanks. If you ever need anything in the future, just say the word!" Su Mo cupped his fists to the three great lords and spoke politely.
"Su Mo, you are too courteous!"
"It was merely a simple favor!"
"A trifling effort, not worth mentioning!"
Long Ao and the other two spoke in turn, all wearing smiles and appearing utterly calm.
After this battle, Su Mo could be considered to owe them a favor, making things easier between them in the future.
Su Mo did not offer further thanks. He sighed and said, "Gentlemen, do you know of the Myriad Gods Spirit Seal?"
"The Myriad Gods Spirit Seal?" The three great lords exchanged glances and all shook their heads slightly.
Su Mo's heart sank. The three of them actually knew nothing at all about the Myriad Gods Spirit Seal. This was truly troublesome.
All three were great lords, hegemonic figures on the Divine Path, antique-level experts. If even people like them knew nothing of the Myriad Gods Spirit Seal, then likely no one on the entire Divine Path knew of it.
"Su Mo, what kind of divine ability is this Myriad Gods Spirit Seal?" Long Ao asked solemnly. He had a faintly bad feeling, sensing that this might be related to Myriad Worlds Mountain.
In his view, Su Mo's current strength was immensely formidable and his potential boundless. Myriad Worlds Mountain had long since become incapable of dealing with him.
But if Su Mo had already fallen into Myriad Worlds Mountain's trap, then