In front, there stood a tall tower, dark and imposing, utterly magnificent and vast.
Occupying a hundred acres, it soared into the clouds, as high as the mountain peaks, with no way to know how many levels it had.
"Heaven-Reaching Tower! It truly lives up to its name!"
Marshall Morgan exclaimed.
Then, Deacon Haines led the group forward.
They crossed one peak after another, and passed hall after hall, in the sky, occasionally a powerful figure flew by, casting a curious glance at them.
These strong figures were not very old, around twenty-seven or eight, even the oldest were only in their thirties, all in the golden age of martial artists.
However, these young warriors exuded an aura that was tremendously terrifying, each with an overwhelming presence, unfathomable.
Marshall Morgan felt that at the very least, they were all Half-step Kings, and some were completely beyond comprehension, definitely surpassing Half-step Kings.
