Chapter 101: Time [15] Upon ascending to the ninety-sixth floor of the Tower of Time, Han Yichen found himself suspended amidst an astronomical clock, a precise instrument of the cosmos. This was a domain where celestial bodies moved in perfect synchronization, their orbits marking the passage of time in a rhythm as precise as a metronome. Planets, stars, galaxies, each served as a gear in this cosmic timepiece, their movements and alignments encoding the sequences of the universe. From the intricate machinery of this astronomical clock, his opponent arose. The entity was a living manifestation of the clockwork, a being of absolute precision, its form a complex arrangement of celestial gears, forever turning, forever aligned. In the heart of this astronomical clock, Han Yichen stood, a beacon of will and resilience amidst the ceaseless cycle of cosmic precision. His figure provided a stark contrast against the meticulously calibrated celestial gears. His red mist-infused sword shon

Chapter 103: Eternity [2]Their battle was a cosmic spectacle - a dance of celestial power against the tapestry of time. Each clash echoed through the tapestry, each parry sent celestial threads scattering, and each moment was a knot in the cosmic weave.In the climactic finale of the battle, Han Yichen channeled his celestial power into one final, resounding stroke. His sword blazed with a radiance that outshone the grand tapestry, casting a dazzling light across the celestial weave. With a thunderous clash, he shattered the guardian, its form of celestial threads dissipating back into the cosmic tapestry.Standing victorious within the tapestry of time, Han Yichen had mastered the second floor of the Tower of Eternity. He had woven and unwoven the threads of time and emerged victorious. His understanding of the tapestry of time was as profound and intricate as the celestial patterns that lay before him. The second floor was now a memory, a knot in his journey towards the crimson blo

Chapter 105: Eternity [4] Within this vast celestial sea, Han Yichen stood as the sailor and the beacon. His silhouette, resolute against the vastness, provided an anchoring point amidst the ever-shifting waters of celestial harmonies. His red mist-infused sword, glowing with an intensity that rivaled the deepest marine bioluminescence, cast a guiding light upon the grand ocean of eternity. As the guardian launched its tidal assault, it seemed as if the celestial sea itself surged to challenge him. The droplets of galaxies amalgamated, the celestial waves heightened their fury, and the sea of eternity began its tumultuous display of cosmic fluidity. Yet, Han Yichen, with his celestial prowess, met the onslaught with unwavering fortitude. His sword cleaved through the celestial sea, parting the intricate waves, creating a path of tranquility within the chaotic currents of eternity. "Eternity is a boundless sea," Han Yichen proclaimed, his voice resonating deep within the cosmic wate

Chapter 107: Eternity [6] Upon reaching the tenth floor of the Tower of Eternity, Han Yichen felt a profound shift in the cosmic aura. Here, he was encompassed by a celestial observatory that was unlike anything he had witnessed. It was as if the very fabric of the universe was woven into the vast expanse around him. Each star, far from being just a twinkling beacon, was a pulsating orb of memories, dreams, and unspoken secrets. Each constellation, a tapestry of intertwined tales that spanned eons, narrated not just by the alignment of stars, but by the very essence of their existence. Every meteor that streaked across this boundless sky represented a fleeting yet impactful moment of eternity. The observatory was a breathtaking canvas of cosmic ballet. Nebulas spiraled in harmonious dance, painting the vast blackness with brilliant hues of blues, purples, and fiery reds. Black holes hummed ancient lullabies, their gravitational pull enticing stars into their eternal embrace. Superno

Chapter 109: Eternity [8]The fourteenth floor of the Tower of Eternity was a world bathed in twilight, where the horizon was eternally painted with the hues of a sun forever on the brink of setting, yet never quite disappearing. This was a realm of endless transition, an embodiment of the fleeting moments that sit precariously between day and night, light and dark, certainty and mystery.Han Yichen found himself on a vast plain, the ground beneath his feet a tapestry of golden grasses, swaying in a wind that whispered tales of eons gone by. Above him, a twilight sky stretched endlessly, its clouds imbued with purples, crimsons, and golds, casting shadows that played a tantalizing dance of silhouettes on the ground below.From this ethereal landscape, the guardian of the fourteenth floor arose. It was a majestic phoenix, its plumage a mesmerizing blend of the very hues that colored the twilight realm. Each feather seemed to capture a moment of the eternal sunset, and its eyes glowed w