The Desolate Pagoda stood silently there, like an immortal monument.
Its nine-tiered body flowed with Chaos Qi, accompanied by immortal light and suffused with a rich Immortal Dao aura.
The pagoda was ancient and weighty, emitting a mysterious bronze sheen. In the dark night sky, that glow resembled dim stars, faintly flickering with an enigmatic radiance.
It was covered in mottled traces left by time. Every pattern seemed to have been carefully carved by time's chisel, like ancient totems emanating a mysterious aura.
A hazy halo lingered around the Desolate Pagoda. Within it, countless stars seemed to glimmer, their brilliant starlight intertwined in a dreamlike spectacle.
It also seemed as if mysterious laws were interweaving, like flowing threads that appeared and vanished, radiating powerful fluctuations.
The aura it emitted was powerful and mysterious, as though it could suppress everything.
Even within this vast Source World, the Desolate Pagoda remained like a brilliant pearl, giving off a unique radiance.
"I wonder whether the Desolate Emperor refined it again after becoming an Immortal Emperor."
Although Jiang Yun was speaking with Emperor Qing, he had been studying the Desolate Pagoda all along. As he sensed its Dao aura, reverence naturally rose within him.
Viewed from different angles, the pagoda's color and patterns seemed to undergo subtle changes. At times it was as deep as an ancient universe; at others, as bright as newborn stars.
It made one feel as though one stood before an endless universe, filled with the unknown and mystery.
Only the stronger one was, the more reverence one would feel toward it.
Jiang Yun knew the Desolate Pagoda's origins. During the Chaotic Ancient Era, Shi Hao had awakened and found one tier of Little Pagoda's body. He had then melted and cast eight more tiers from Immortal Gold, forging the