Intentionally or not, among all treasures in the sky, a tower was left to the last, while all the other treasures were occupied. That was a six storied, hexagonal tower, dark yellow in color and surrounded by coiling clouds and mist. No door existed on the tower but thirty-six windows, from which, a glistening yellow light shone. Led by the light, the tens of meters tall tower spun swiftly like a windmill.
Ji Hao, Priest Hua, and Priest Mu reached their hands to the tower simultaneously. Ji Hao maintained his shape in Pan Gu body, over hundred-thousand miles tall. Priest Hua and Priest Mu stopped driving their spiritual warriors, and instead, expanded their bodies also to about a hundred-thousand-miles tall. Their tremendous hands cracked the space and reached to the tower at lightning speed.
Priest Mu flicked his finger. Silently, the power of quietus landed on Ji Hao's palm.