After Su Mo left the inner palace of Emperor Xuan Palace, he swiftly exited the outer palace's mountain gate, then shot into the sky and sped toward the horizon.
Su Mo did not know where to go. After pondering for a moment, he decided to first put some distance between himself and Emperor Xuan Palace, then find a larger city to gather the more than ten materials he lacked for refining his Destined Spirit Sword.
As he flew over Emperor Spirit City beneath the Emperor Xuan Mountain Range, a thought crossed Su Mo's mind, and he turned toward Emperor Spirit City.
Emperor Spirit City remained as bustling as ever. People streamed through its streets, and martial artists were too numerous to count.
After entering the city, Su Mo went straight beneath the city's towering walls.
Standing beneath the wall, Su Mo fixed his gaze upon the towering rampart before him. With a turn of his palm, the Sky Punishing Sword appeared in his hand.
The next instant.
Su Mo moved his arm, and the Sky Punishing Sword danced and swept across the city wall like iron strokes and silver hooks.
Screech! Screech! Screech!!
The tall, sturdy city wall was like tofu beneath the Sky Punishing Sword's carving, leaving behind one deep sword mark after another.
Within the span of a few breaths, Su Mo stopped moving. He immediately turned, left the city, and strode away.
"What was that person doing just now?"
"No idea. It looked like he was writing something?"
"Come on, let's take a look!"
There were quite a few martial artists by the city gate, and many had witnessed Su Mo's strange behavior. After he left, quite a few people walked over to see what he had written.
When they arrived at that section of wall and