Mirror Moon Lake

Luo Feng had no idea what Demon Calamity Walker was thinking, but he had already given up on the other opportunities within the tomb hall. Whether he obtained any of them would depend entirely on luck.

Demon Calamity Walker, however, still had his mind on the Golden Crow Corpse.

And so Luo Feng piloted Star Tower forward at roughly ten times the speed of light, while Demon Calamity Walker stayed beside him.

Ten days.

One month.

Three months.

One year.

Five years...

As time passed, Demon Calamity Walker was dumbfounded.

"How is this possible? He's only a Saint Realm cultivator, yet he can still hold out under such intense pressure?" Demon Calamity Walker refused to believe it.

Flame Dragon King had told him long ago that he was the only God King to enter the Fallen Star God King Tomb Hall, which meant everyone else was in the Saint Realm. He had long since dismissed his suspicion that the owner of the tower palace might be a God King. Moreover, the only ones who had entered at the same time as him were the Saint Realm cultivators from Food Country and one Saint Realm cultivator from Jie's faction.

When he learned this, he had initially wanted to give up the pursuit for the time being. But he felt that a Saint Realm cultivator could not possibly outlast him, so he had kept chasing for five years.

Yet those five years seemed to have had no effect whatsoever on the tower palace's owner.

"Whichever Saint Realm cultivator you are—hmph, Lord Ye Heng? Jie? At worst, I'll wait until we're outside before making my move. With Flame Dragon King here, and a few more friends I can call on, we'll see whether you have what it takes to keep the Golden Crow