Chapter 112: Eternity [11]The very air within the labyrinth pulsed with a tangible weight of contemplation, the collective hesitations, certainties, regrets, and satisfactions from countless choices made across eons. The stones underfoot echoed with faint whispers, each telling tales of choices made and the ripples they created.From the intricate pathways of the labyrinth, its guardian emerged: a Minotaur, not of beastly demeanor, but of majestic stature, its form carved from the very stones of the labyrinth. Its eyes glowed with the intensity of countless decisions, and its horned head held an aura of wisdom gained from the myriad choices it had witnessed.With a rumble that echoed the weight of decisive moments, the Minotaur charged, its every step causing the walls of the labyrinth to shift and realign. Han Yichen's red mist-infused sword responded, its glow pulsating in sync with the ever-changing maze, ready to face the embodiment of life's complexities.The Minotaur, with the

Chapter 114: Eternity [13]Emerging enlightened from this dance of discovery, Han Yichen stood amidst the Forest of Secrets, having harmonized with the fortieth floor's essence. He had not merely navigated the mysteries but had deeply connected with the very soul of secrets. As he journeyed forth, the forest whispered tales of his enlightening dance, forever echoing amidst the leaves of truths unveiled.The fiftieth floor of the Tower of Eternity presented a scene of stark desolation. As Han Yichen emerged, he was surrounded by an immense desert landscape. Expanses of golden sand stretched to the horizon, where massive dunes rose like tidal waves frozen in time. The sky was ablaze with a crimson hue, with two suns hanging low, casting elongated shadows that seemed to dance with the ever-shifting sands.This was not merely a desert; it was the Desert of Desolation, representing the times of loneliness, the periods of waiting, and the moments of uncertainty in the journey of existence.

Chapter 116: Eternity [15]As Han Yichen materialized onto the eighty-fifth floor of the Tower of Eternity, a tangible shiver ran down his spine. The environment was unlike any he had encountered before. The vastness around him was absolute, neither light nor dark, but rather a grayscale expanse of unending void. This was a space where sound seemed to be devoured before it could even be born, and every breath he took felt amplified, echoing endlessly in the quietude.This was the enigmatic Void of Silence. In this abyss of profound stillness lay the introspective core of existence, the heart of meditation, and the realm where the spirit whispered its deepest secrets. The silence was so absolute, so heavy, that it seemed to have weight, pressing down on him, demanding introspection. The shadows that flickered occasionally were not mere absences of light but seemed to be reservoirs of suppressed emotions, unspoken confessions, and dreams that had never dared to vocalize.From the profou

Upon ascending to the eighty-ninth floor of the Tower of Eternity, a profound sense of weight and gravity assaulted Han Yichen. Around him, everything appeared to be stretched and distorted, as if he had entered the heart of a cosmic vortex. Stars spiraled in impossible patterns, galaxies twisted upon themselves, and space-time itself seemed to be in a chaotic dance.This was the Gravitational Maelstrom. Here, the very laws of physics seemed warped. Every step he took was weighed down by invisible forces, each more oppressive than the last. Time behaved erratically, with moments feeling like eons and hours fleeting in mere seconds.Rising from the swirling heart of this maelstrom was its guardian: the Titan of Torsion. A colossal being, it seemed carved from star-stone, with pulsing gravitational runes etched into its form. Its eyes were twin black holes, consuming all light, all hope. Its voice, a deep rumble, echoed with the weight of eons, "In my domain, all is pulled toward the in

In their duel's climax, Han Yichen, channeling the essence of his timeless journey, executed a strike that resonated with the very heartbeat of the universe. This harmonious pulse synchronized with Chronowight's temporal essence. In a blinding flash of eternity, the guardian was absorbed into the Realm of Moments, becoming one with the countless instances it had guarded. Emerging from this realm where every second stood still, Han Yichen stood with a deeper appreciation for the fleeting nature of time. He had not merely navigated the maze of moments but had embraced the beauty of life's transient nature. As he advanced, the universe whispered tales of his dance with time, an ode that would resonate in the heartbeats of countless moments to come. Upon reaching the ninety-third floor of the Tower of Eternity, Han Yichen found himself amidst a realm bathed in prismatic light. Countless crystalline structures floated in the ether, refracting and reflecting beams of pure energy in a kale