"What in the world?" The stele of the Grandvoid Compendium that remained had integrated into Tianming’s arm, but it still retained its own integrity, much like the nine-colored dragon scale of the Ninedragon Imperial Tomb. The sharp point of the sword pointed toward the depths of the Swordsoul Purgatory. It was tugging on him with a slight force, but not one strong enough to prevent him from freely moving. Nobody but him knew that something in the Swordsoul Purgatory was pulling him to somewhere.

"I wonder what it's pointing at...." The stele itself was already rather amazing. "It must be pretty valuable as well." The Swordsoul Purgatory was the territory of the Swordgod...