Myriad Heavens Divine-Demon Battlefield.
The valley where the entrance to that tomb had been located.
By now, the place had long since become silent, without a single soul in sight.
A full century had passed since the tomb was opened, so naturally, no one remained here any longer.
Buzz!
Space rippled, and Su Mo appeared. He had already left the tomb world and stored it within his body.
After identifying the direction of the Human Race's Human City, Su Mo swiftly departed and headed there.
Before long, Su Mo returned to the Human City.
However, what puzzled Su Mo was that the city was rather deserted. The streets, once fairly bustling, now held only a scant few hurried figures.
"Why is it so deserted?"
Su Mo was somewhat puzzled. He immediately went to the Primordial Tower in First City and found Thousand Lightning Ancestor, who was stationed there.
"Su Mo, have you advanced to the Creation Realm?"
Upon seeing Su Mo, Thousand Lightning Ancestor's eyes immediately shot forth incomparably sharp light.
"Mm!"
Su Mo nodded slightly.
"Already, and so quickly? How many small worlds do you still have?"
Thousand Lightning Ancestor was immensely shocked. He carefully scrutinized Su Mo, but now, he could no longer discern how many small worlds Su Mo possessed within his body.
Back then, Su Mo had opened more than a dozen small worlds. This was something everyone in Primordial Divine Mountain knew.
Everyone, including Thousand Lightning Ancestor himself, had concluded that Su Mo could never advance to the Creation Realm. Even if he did, it would only be after abandoning those numerous small worlds.
"There are still a few. Not as many as before!"
Su Mo answered vaguely, without telling him the exact number.
"Your talent truly crowns both ancient and modern times!"
Thousand Lightning