On the desolate land.
Weathered stone pillars stood on the ground.
The mottled outer layer recorded the flow of time over thousands of years.
In the fine gravel, there were occasionally a few moist red stains.
Above the crimson red, a navy blue ancient ring was falling from a height of a hundred meters.
Bang!
Su Mo grabbed the ancient ring with his right hand.
To be able to remain unscathed under the attack of the Seven Tribulations Sword's sword formation.
It was enough to prove the quality of this ancient ring.
In comparison, Zhu Yang and his many magic item were extremely fragile.
Not even a single intact fragment was left behind.
Su Mo entered his consciousness and scanned through the items in the ancient ring.
He turned to look at a figure that was rushing over.
The person was thin and had a long gray beard.
Her long hair was casually tied up with a green jade hairpin.
