A palpable, foreboding darkness descended upon the vast cosmic stage, swallowing the luminescent stars and nebulae. The once serene ambiance was disrupted, replaced by an oppressive, searing heat. A violent inferno blazed, and from its roaring flames emerged a figure, immense and terrifying — The Angel of Hell. Its form was a paradox. While angelic in silhouette, its wings were aflame, each feather a roaring blaze. Its eyes were twin pools of molten lava, its gaze piercing and malicious. The very air around it crackled with malice, and the temperature soared to near-unbearable levels. "Han Yichen," its voice rumbled, echoing with the pain and torment of countless souls, "You have touched the ethereal, danced with the divine, and embraced the infinite. But are you prepared to face the depth of damnation, the very essence of suffering and despair?" Without allowing him time to respond, the Angel of Hell launched its first assault. Chains, forged from black fire and imbued with the tor

Amidst the vast expanse of the Tower's final floor, a chilling silence prevailed. As the residual echoes of the Progenitor's voice faded, a new presence emerged. The atmosphere grew dense, the very essence of life and death filling the air. From this miasma of primal force, the Angel of Blood took form.The Angel was a magnificent and terrifying sight, its wings dripping with sanguine essence, eyes glowing a deep crimson. Blood, the symbol of life, sacrifice, and rebirth, flowed around the Angel, creating a river of vitality and mortality."Ah, Han Yichen," the Angel's voice oozed, every word dripping with gravitas. "To claim the title of the true master of the Tower, you must confront the very essence of life and the sacrifices you've made."Without waiting for a response, the Angel lunged. Streams of blood coalesced into razor-sharp projectiles, each aimed with deadly precision. Han Yichen, drawing upon his past battles, deftly avoided the initial onslaught. But he quickly realized

The cosmos, seemingly placated, began to pulsate in an ominous rhythm. The stars blinked, as if anticipating the next celestial trial. Han Yichen, still resonating with the energies of the Guardian and the transformed Nexus, felt a deep disturbance from beyond the boundaries of known space.Emerging from a nebulous rift was a figure neither entirely solid nor entirely ethereal. This being, its form constantly shifting, was the Celestial Warden, an ancient protector of cosmic order, disturbed from aeons of slumber by the ripples of the battles that had transpired."Angel of Eternity," the Warden intoned, its voice echoing like the distant thrum of dying stars, "You have awakened the foundational forces of the universe. Your battles have tipped the scales. To restore equilibrium, you must face me."Without waiting for a response, the Warden unleashed a storm of cosmic energy, seeking to encase Han Yichen in a stasis field, suspending him between moments of time.Drawing from the depth o

As the merged essence of Han Yichen and Draconis Aether vibrated with newfound understanding, a chilling disruption tore through the realm. It was as if the very strings of existence had been plucked by an unseen hand, causing ripples in the cosmic fabric.From this disturbance, a silhouette began to form, vast and ever-expanding. It was neither beast nor entity, but a manifestation of pure void. The Voidwalker, as ancient scriptures described it, was the embodiment of nothingness, an antithesis to existence.Its presence consumed light, sound, and even thought. The once vibrant inter-dimensional space started wilting, transforming into a dark, hollow vacuum.Han Yichen, drawing upon the wisdom of the Draconis Aether, knew that a direct confrontation with the Voidwalker would be futile. The creature didn't just destroy; it absorbed and nullified. To combat such an entity would require not just power, but profound understanding.Using his newfound insight into the spaces between dimens

The calm that followed the dispersion of the Nexus was short-lived. Even as the newly-formed constellation gleamed in the distant reaches of space, an intense, foreboding energy began to ripple outwards, threatening to tear the very fabric of the cosmos apart.From the void beyond comprehension emerged the Celestial Tyrant, the embodiment of dominion and power, unrestrained by balance or harmony. Its aura was an overwhelming, blinding gold, casting oppressive shadows that seemed to swallow up stars and quasars alike. With a voice like the crashing of cosmic waves, it boomed, "Who dares reshape the design of the universe?"Han Yichen, despite the weight of the Tyrant's aura pressing down on him, stood his ground. He replied, "I am Han Yichen, seeker of balance, and guardian of the cosmic dance. It's not about reshaping, but understanding and harmonizing."The Tyrant, not used to being challenged, let out a roar that caused supernovas in distant galaxies. "I am power incarnate! I recogn