Chapter 72: Dead [1]The second floor of the Tower of the Dead was a labyrinth of darkness, where the very concept of time seemed to lose its meaning. It was a realm haunted by ancient entities, spirits of forgotten battles, and echoes of souls lost to eternity. The air was heavy with the weight of history, and the shadows whispered tales of sorrow and despair.As Han Yichen ascended to the second floor, the red mist surrounding him illuminated the darkness, creating an ethereal glow that seemed to push back the malevolence lurking in every corner. His crimson eyes surveyed the floor, preparing for the spectral adversaries that awaited him.The creatures of the second floor were not the vengeful spirits of the first, but warriors of old, trapped in a never-ending cycle of battle and defeat. Their spectral forms held the remnants of ancient armors and weapons, their eyes glowing with a lingering determination to continue the fight.Without hesitation, Han Yichen delved into the spectra

Chapter 74: Dead [3]With a solemn nod, Han Yichen prepared himself for the ultimate battle. The red mist around him flared brightly, a divine beacon against the spectral gloom. His sword, infused with the celestial power of the red mist, cut through the spectral onslaught like a divine comet.The echoes of their battle reverberated through the tower, a testament to Han Yichen's unwavering resolve and divine power. With a final, resolute strike, he defeated the echo, the spectral arena reverberating with the echo of his victory.The fifth floor was now conquered, and as Han Yichen stood in the silent spectral arena, he felt a sense of profound accomplishment. The Tower of the Dead had tested his resolve, his courage, and his strength in ways he had never imagined, but he had emerged victorious.With his crimson eyes glowing with renewed determination, he ascended to the next floor, ready to face the trials that awaited him on his path to godhood. The legend of the Dungeon Lord was far

Chapter 76: Dead [5]At the center of the grand arena stood a throne, carved from the very essence of the Tower of the Dead. Upon it, an ominous figure emerged from the spectral shadows, its form barely visible and yet radiating an overwhelming sense of dread and power. This entity was the final guardian of the dark angel's blood, a being steeped in darkness and forged from the deepest fears of those who had dared to venture this far.Han Yichen gazed upon the spectral guardian, a solemn determination in his crimson eyes. He drew his sword, the red mist infused blade gleaming with an ethereal light that reflected his unyielding resolve.The final battle commenced as the spectral guardian unleashed a wave of spectral energy, the force shaking the very foundations of the tenth floor. Han Yichen deftly met the attack, his blade slicing through the spectral wave, splitting it in two. His movements were fluid and precise, every stroke of his sword a dance of divine power against spectral d

Chapter 78: Soul [2]The third floor of the Tower of Souls unveiled itself as an ethereal dreamscape before Han Yichen. Here, the ever-shifting environment seemed to warp and distort, reflecting the boundless realm of human imagination. The air pulsed with an otherworldly aura, filled with whimsical energies that twisted the space around him into fantastical formations.Looming silhouettes morphed into towering structures, while spectral lights gave life to an ever-evolving panorama of impossible landscapes. Flickers of stories half-told swirled around him, and abstract entities—shaped from raw imagination—pulsated with an indomitable will to confront the intruder.As Han Yichen ventured forth into this spectacular realm, he was greeted by a strange entity, a pulsating mass of imaginative energies that kept shifting its form—a chimeric creature, ever-changing and unpredictable. It was a challenge unlike any he had faced, an adversary born from the pure essence of imagination itself."

Chapter 80: Soul [4]With each manifestation, he spoke – sometimes a whisper, sometimes a shout, sometimes a laugh. "You are my fear… but I am not afraid anymore." "You are my failure… but I have learned from you." "You are my dream… and I will make you real." Each word echoed through the tower, a testament to his journey, a proclamation of his growth.Finally, he stood before the final manifestation, the most formidable one. It held a visage that was remarkably like his, its eyes holding the same determination, the same resolve, the same dreams. "You are me," Han Yichen said, his voice filled with understanding. "You are my journey, my trials, my victories, my growth."As he battled this final manifestation, it felt like he was dueling with his own reflection. Each strike, each parry mirrored his own movements, the manifestation adapting, evolving, just as he had done throughout his journey. It was the hardest battle, but also the most enlightening one.After a clash that felt like a