A thousand meters away, the Tower of Power still appeared as the ruinous image from memory, yet the golden light streaming from it emanated a grand and majestic force.
Like a seeker of truth.
Su Mu took a deep breath and stepped into the thousand-meter range, and instantly, the surrounding gravity increased dramatically.
In an instant, it surpassed twenty times gravity.
Twenty-one times.
Twenty-three times.
Twenty-seven times.
Thirty times!
Su Mu walked steadily, not hurriedly, and with each breath, the gravity had already exceeded thirty times, and this time, the Secret of Power also began to operate uncontrollably.
The Power of Origin, which Fifth Forging Grandmaster Jing He yearned for before his death, shimmered on Su Mu, radiant and golden.
The next second.
The Tower of Power seemed to sense Su Mu's arrival, as if it had been waiting for a long time. From the ruined, weather-beaten tower, a golden beam that had perhaps endured countless ages was once again released.
