Shi Zhao's Spirit Body traveled alongside Shi Hao. Together, they passed through the golden passages, making their way toward the center of the Hundred Broken Mountains Range.
In the end, they traversed twenty-four regions in all. The powerful creatures they encountered grew ever more numerous, and the journey became increasingly lively.
They inevitably fought many battles along the way. The geniuses of every race were heading toward the center, so clashes and battles were unavoidable.
Of course, most of the time, Shi Zhao kept her little brother out in front to protect her. Unless their opponents were simply too numerous, or her hands itched unbearably to test a Precious Technique, she rarely made a move.
After spending several days on the road, they finally entered a desolate region.
There was no vegetation here, and little vitality. The earth was crimson, as though it had been soaked in blood.
"Treasure-Splitting Cliff. There are plenty of Treasure Artifacts left behind inside. Perhaps the sword you're looking for is among them," Shi Zhao said.
Naturally, Shi Hao had already poured out everything he had experienced during this time like beans spilling from a bamboo tube. He had nothing to hide from his sister.
"I hope we can find the sword Ghost Master lost. I don't want a curse clinging to me." His little face scrunched up in grief and indignation. Anyone who had inexplicably picked up a curse would have been unhappy.
Not far away, two rocky mountains formed a gateway. Black mist filled the space beyond, shrouding a vast expanse of ruins. From time to time, Treasure Artifacts flew up, flashing with radiant light and whistling through the air.
Numerous creatures crowded before the towering mountain gate. Some bore dense scales, some had brilliant, colorful wings, and others wore treasured robes, filling