Jiang Fenghuo laughed: "Oh, that. It's the Nine-Directional Demon Imprisonment Column. Originally, it was said to have been made by a lonely senior in Yan Huang Imperial City. Although it is a spiritual immortal treasure, its power is fairly terrifying. It's said to be able to level mountain ranges, scatter the seas, and suppress demons and ghostly cultivators. After a few turnovers, it reached our Shushan, and no one has used it for many years. After all, it would be strange for us Shushan disciples not to use swords. To tell you the truth, the Nine-Directional Demon Imprisonment Column is really awesome. But if it is of no use to us Shushan disciples, then we might as well sell it back to Yan Huang Imperial City. Perhaps because no one wanted it for centuries, so it remains here. Nothing but decoration."

Without his explanation, Wu Yu could already deeply feel the power of the Nine-Directional Demon Imprisonment Column. It was one of the most incredible spiritual immortal treasures that he had come across before.

"What if someone wants it?" Wu Yu was staring at it, his eyes wild. The Paranormal Pillar of Blood was not suited to his nature, and he had always been looking for something better.

Jiang...