Atop Mount Shu, the Demon Suppression Tower stood towering and majestic.
Ancient, timeworn.
Moss, weeds.
All displayed the breath of the ages, but if one wiped away the surface sediment, the tower's jet-black, jade-like body would still appear as smooth and new as ever.
"The metal atoms inside the Seventh Grade Alloy are arranged in an extremely tight manner, very stable, and simply do not react with other substances, what is a mere eight hundred years?"
Louke paid no attention to Situ Xuanfeng who had disappeared at the top of the tower, but kept sizing up the Demon Suppression Tower and muttered continuously, "Even if it were placed here for ten thousand or a hundred thousand years, it wouldn't rust!"
Ying Yue ignored Louke, as he had already unleashed his Divine Sense, trying to penetrate the interior of the Demon Suppression Tower, but bizarrely, his Divine Sense was always repelled by a special membrane, preventing him from investigating the inside.
