I run a travel agency in the cultivation world

The legendary Tower of Babel actually does not have a definite name.

As Yang Zhao got closer to the tower, he could tell that the tower was a huge thing.

As she got closer, she realized that the tower was not a wood and stone structure as he thought, but an all-metal structure. The metal outside the tower had a frosted texture and looked particularly heavy in the sunlight.

"How heavy is this?"

And it wasn't just the metal structure that surprised Yang Zhao, the newness of the tower was also jaw-dropping.

To put it simply, there are no traces of wind and rain. The tower is brand new as if it was cast yesterday, and as if someone has wiped the outside of the tower every day.

This is very unreasonable.

Who is crazy enough to wipe the exterior of their house every day?

"Because this is not a building in the first place, but a magic weapon."

Compared to Yang Zhao, Shen Ruoyu is more familiar with things in the world of cultivation.

"At first glance, this tower looks like a large magic weapon that can trap people."

He pointed at a protruding button on the tower.

"Look, each tower button can be assigned a person to control the formation in the tower."

Yang Zhao raised his head and glanced around, and saw the large pure copper button. The copper button was as big as two human heads.

In her mind, a magical weapon like the pagoda was either an exquisite pagoda in the hands of King Li Tian that was specially used to spank children. A father could educate a naughty child.

In other words, no other help is needed.

Otherwise, it is something like the Demon Suppression Tower. This kind of tower is more like a higher-standard prison cell.

The rows of large copper buttons outside the Tianfu Tower clearly told Yang Zhao that there are many ways to play with magic weapons.

"Master, can I fly up and touch it?"

"What's there to touch? You, a junior in the foundation building stage, just touch whatever you want, be careful of the tower backlashing you."

Shen Ruoyu glanced over, and Yang Zhao silently retracted his claws and silently followed his master into the tower.

As soon as he entered the tower, the lively sound inside hit Yang Zhao's face directly. Compared with the ghost town outside, people here felt like they were changing time and space in one step, and it was hard to tell where they were.

The shouts, curses, the sounds of weapons clashing, the sound of spells exploding in the air, and the screams of people were all mixed together. The noisy sounds carried a huge flow of information, impacting Yang Zhao's ears, which made people upset. But his blood boils.

Yang Zhao rubbed his ears and took a moment to adjust, then carefully looked at the world inside the tower.

The space inside the tower was as large as she expected, big enough to play several football games at the same time.

But such a big place feels very depressing.

I saw that the rest of the tower was dark, and only the center of the tower had light.

And that layer of light was not lights or candles, but flying around like small insects.

Yang Zhao looked carefully and discovered that the bright light was the flow of runes layer by layer.

The two warring parties are trapped inside the runes, and people shouting outside the runes.

Looking up, five or six meters above the ground, a huge metal platform floats in the air.

There is no way up or down this platform, and there are no hangings on the left and right sides. The entire platform is at least 30 meters away from the surrounding walls, making it look lonely.

Yang Zhao looked around, but no one paid attention to him, and the cat's claws in his heart were about to move.

"Master, I'll fly up and take a look."

This time Shen Ruoyu didn't stop him.

"Go ahead and be careful."

"Thank you, master."