At the sight, Ye Han's eyes flickered, and a trace of gravity crossed his face!
The enormous Bone-Skeleton Tower stood a full ten thousand zhang tall. Walking beneath it, Ye Han looked like an ant.
On closer inspection, countless mysterious, profound gray-black runes covered the Bone-Skeleton Tower, and the entire tower radiated an utterly enigmatic runic aura.
Its entrance was the enormous, blood-gaping maw of some unknown demon beast. An eerie light barrier of gray light and runes sealed the maw.
Before the maw sat an exceedingly ancient-looking disk. Threads of gray light rippled within it, while formation runes drifted across its surface.
Aside from that, there was nothing else nearby.
Ye Han looked solemnly toward the Formation Disk. He had only approached within a few zhang...
A voice rang out in the air: "Exchange your proof for a reward!"
Something stirred in Ye Han's heart. He walked over and examined the small round disk. The runes covering it were mysterious and profound, and it looked extraordinary...
Even with his current cultivation, he could not discern the structure of these runes or the aura of the Heaven and Earth Laws they contained...
Sure enough, the vastness of the Upper Realm's Immortal Arts was beyond anything a small place like the Earth Realm could compare with. There was no telling how much he still had to learn, do, and comprehend.
This filled Ye Han with anticipation for his future life and cultivation in the Spirit Realm.
However, Ye Han was currently under the Nethergod Devil Lord's control. One careless move could cost him his life. Staying alive had to come first.
Thus, Ye Han slapped his Storage Bag, and eight bronze metal fragments appeared in his hand. These were the fragments he had obtained from slaying the puppets, earth dragons, and