Seeing the cloth bag and gourd tied to the figures in the mural on the bronze corridor's wall, Qi Xiu nodded slightly.
Others might not recognize these two standard-issue Magic Artifacts from the Food Demon Sect, but he was extremely familiar with them.
Without these two Magic Artifacts in hand, he would probably still be hovering in the Dao-Entering Realm, with no capital to achieve today's Blood-summit Peak Physique.
The bronze corridor was lengthy and cramped, twisting forward, with a dim, inky-blue glow slowly spreading through the void.
Walking unhurriedly in this corridor for about six hours, Qi Xiu's bronze ring on his hand suddenly warmed up slightly, as if sensing something. With his next step, the ground beneath him suddenly disappeared, and he plunged straight down.
With a calm expression, the wind roaring against his robe, Qi Xiu pinched a spell with one hand. A clump of dark thunderclouds suddenly formed beneath his feet, holding him aloft.
"This place is..."
