The sound of Lin Mo's blood flowing like the Yangtze and Yellow Rivers, roaring within his meridians like thunder.
Lin Mo forcibly suppressed the excitement within him and continued walking toward the light ahead.
Zhen Yuanzi and Lin Mo walked out of the tunnel entrance, once again taken aback.
This was not an exit at all.
Instead, it was a grander palace, entirely constructed of gold and jade, extremely luxurious, unheard of, and several times larger than the palace they began in, seemingly endless.
"Mr. Lin, what do you see there?" Zhen Yuanzi's eyes flashed with a dark light.
"Be careful, I sense a strong aura ahead."
Lin Mo frowned but did not stop walking, continuing forward.
There seemed to be something calling him, drawing him forward.
"Such a strong aura, I feel like that thing could slap me to death with a single blow!" Zhen Yuanzi said awkwardly.
The two continued forward and finally saw countless steps ahead, about a hundred meters high.
