The Myriad Dao Sword Tomb was not far from Bushi Sword Mountain. In a little over an hour, Su Mo arrived.
This was a barren stretch of land. Within a radius of ten thousand miles, not a blade of grass grew, nor were there any cities or towns.
On the ground lay a colossal sinkhole, spanning ten miles across and bottomless to the eye.
Thick gray mist filled the pit, constantly churning, yet never drifting beyond its edges.
The gray mist obscured vision and blocked spiritual consciousness, making it impossible to glimpse its true interior.
Su Mo had previously asked Ling Shang about the situation within the Myriad Dao Sword Tomb.
She had told him that the Myriad Dao Sword Tomb was like a network of caves, one cavern connected to another, stretching on without end.
Because no one had ever reached its end.
Su Mo looked around. There was not a single person nearby, for there were still roughly two months before the Myriad Dao Sword Tomb opened, and no one had arrived yet.
Then, Su Mo flew to a nearby field strewn with jagged rocks. He landed between two large boulders and sat down cross-legged.
He was in no hurry. Since the time had not yet come, he would simply wait.
Afterward, Su Mo closed his eyes and began cultivating.
He did not absorb any origin stones, for his cultivation had already encountered a bottleneck and required time to settle and consolidate.
Thus, while refining his cultivation, he also comprehended the Devouring Law.
Time flew by in cultivation. In the blink of an eye, more than a month had passed.
Warriors began appearing continuously near the entrance to the Myriad Dao Sword Tomb, their numbers steadily increasing.
These warriors scattered around the entrance to the Myriad Dao Sword