Xiao Jie walked on the dark staircase, winding upwards all the way. The surroundings were silent, without a single sound, as if isolated from all worlds.
He could not sense any flow of spiritual energy, nor detect any trace of spell restriction.
With his Immortal's Ability, he could have directly flown to the top of the tower, but he chose to walk up step by step. This caution was both for reverence for the unknown and to sort out his chaotic thoughts during this solitary journey, preparing thoroughly for whatever lay ahead.
This spiraling staircase seemed endless, taking a full ten minutes before the view suddenly opened up.
Through a rustic and plain, undecorated stone gate, an incredibly grand and magnificent circular hall came into view. The dome of the hall was impossibly high, hidden in deep darkness, with only faint light from unknown sources barely illuminating this space.
However, as soon as he stepped into the hall, Xiao Jie's pupils shrank sharply, his breath caught.
