Chapter 91: Time [5]Upon stepping onto the tenth floor of the Tower of Time, Han Yichen found himself in the middle of an intricately interconnected web that stretched infinitely in all directions. Each strand of the web was a thread of time, woven together into a complex tapestry that represented the interconnectedness of all moments and events. It pulsed with an ethereal glow, illuminating the otherwise dark space around him with a soft, golden light.His adversary on this floor materialized from the very threads of the web. It was an entity shaped from the strands of time, its form a complex, three-dimensional weave that reflected the interconnectedness of past, present, and future. Its entire being thrummed with the rhythm of countless moments and events.Holding his red mist-infused sword, Han Yichen stood at the heart of this vast, golden web of time, the celestial light of his weapon casting long, intricate shadows that danced across the threads.As the entity began its attack

Chapter 93: Time [7] Standing victorious amidst the radiant waves of time, Han Yichen had successfully conquered the twelfth floor. He had wrestled with the infinite tide of time and emerged unscathed. His understanding of time's boundless, ever-changing nature had deepened, now as vast and profound as the ocean around him. The twelfth floor was now behind him, bringing him ever closer to his ultimate goal, the dense blood of the Angel of Time. Yet, his journey was far from over. The Tower of Time was not yet fully ascended, still holding lessons about the boundless mystery that was time. The legend of the Dungeon Lord was far from its final act, and Han Yichen's journey towards his ascension, towards his destiny of becoming an Angel, was far from its end. Upon reaching the fourteenth floor of the Tower of Time, Han Yichen found himself within the intricately painted corridors of a colossal clock tower. Each hand on the countless clock faces that lined the walls was a moment in tim

Chapter 95: Time [9] As the entity initiated its attack, it was as though the time-stream itself surged towards him. The flow of moments, each representing a distinct instance in time, sought to engulf him, their actions forming a complex, intertwining ballet of time. Yet, Han Yichen met the temporal flood with his unwavering celestial power. His sword cut through the flowing moments, its radiant aura disrupting their course, carving a path of resistance against the relentless flow of time. "Time is a river," Han Yichen's voice echoed over the temporal river, "Constantly moving, its currents the unstoppable march of moments." Responding to his understanding, the entity, a sentient manifestation of the flowing nature of time, intensified its assault. Its form shifted in a dynamic play of flowing moments, initiating a more complex sequence of attacks. But Han Yichen held his ground, his sword countering the complex rhythm, carving a path of tranquility amidst the flowing chaos. Thei

Chapter 97: Time [11]From this cityscape, that was a grand testament to time itself, arose his adversary for the floor. The entity was a grandiose amalgamation of countless architectural eras, its form a shifting titan of buildings, monuments, and relics. It represented the concrete, tangible progression of time, each transformation echoing with the bell tolls of countless ages.In the heart of this city, a living timeline, stood Han Yichen. His figure, a beacon of the present, cast a stark contrast against the backdrop of the architectural memento of the past. His red mist-infused sword, pulsating with celestial energy, cast an ethereal glow over the city, painting the historical edifices with a hint of the present, the shadows it cast across the cityscape undulating like waves of time.As the entity moved to attack, it was as if time itself, embodied by the city, was rising to challenge him. Buildings, representing different historical periods, shifted and moved, their attacks form

Chapter 99: Time [13] Upon setting foot on the sixtieth floor of the Tower of Time, Han Yichen found himself standing at the helm of an enormous cosmic observatory. This was a vantage point into the past, present, and future. He was amidst an orchestration of time itself. Each cosmic instrument, whether a spinning galaxy, pulsating star, or spiraling black hole, played its part in the concert of existence, their cosmic rhythms converging into a timeless symphony. From the orchestral essence of the cosmos, his adversary materialized. The entity was an avatar of cosmic energy, its form a harmonious ensemble of astral bodies. It was a celestial conductor, guiding the rhythm of the universe, its form a radiant beacon amidst the cosmic panorama. Standing within the grand observatory of the universe, Han Yichen was a testament to the present. His figure resonated amidst the cosmic symphony, an enduring melody in the endless concert of the cosmos. His red mist-infused sword, pulsing with