Su Mo carried the Spirit Severing Sword as he sped through the ancient city.
Before long, he had slain another two Spirit Martial Realm First Layer martial artists. The true essence within him had nearly reached two-tenths.
Yet what puzzled Su Mo was that after he had secluded himself for several days, there were surprisingly hardly any people left in the ancient city.
"Where had everyone gone?"
Su Mo frowned slightly. The Misty Profound Realm had only been open for a few days; these people could not possibly have left.
Immediately, Su Mo pushed his movement technique to its limit and raced toward the center of the ancient city.
The ancient city was enormous. Su Mo flew for nearly half an hour before nearing its center, where a vast cluster of buildings came into view.
It was a palace-like structure, yet countless times larger than any palace, spanning more than ten miles in every direction like a colossal beast crouching upon the ground.
At the heart of this structure stood a giant tower a thousand meters tall.
Su Mo's eyes lit up at the sight of it. The tower had been built so towering and grand, guarded by an enormous complex of buildings. It had to be exceptionally important, and it very likely contained an extremely precious treasure.
Whoosh!
Without any hesitation, Su Mo dashed toward the immense complex at top speed. Before long, he arrived near the structure.
At that moment, more than ten thousand people had gathered at one area of the complex, and Su Mo immediately headed over.
As he approached, Su Mo saw a square entrance before the crowd. Inside was pitch-dark, with extremely poor visibility.
A great deal of blood remained at the entrance, along with scraps of flesh.
Su Mo swept his gaze across