Chapter 82: Destruction [1]Standing at the summit of the Tower of Souls, Han Yichen took a moment to bask in his hard-earned victory. With the essence of the Angel of Imagination's blood pulsating within him, he could feel his celestial power surge, a testament to his growth and resilience. However, the time for rest was brief. His gaze now turned towards a new challenge, the Tower of Destruction.As ominous as its name suggested, the Tower of Destruction was the abode of the Angel of Destruction's grey blood. It was a monument to the primal force of destruction, a testament to the relentless cycle of creation and annihilation that defined existence itself. Each floor was said to hold trials that tested not just one's power, but their understanding of destruction's place in the grand scheme of the cosmos.With a deep breath, Han Yichen steeled his resolve and set off towards the Tower of Destruction. As he approached the imposing structure, the air around him tingled with an intimida

Chapter 84: Destruction [3]Han Yichen, his red mist-infused sword glowing bright against the contrasting landscape, approached the entity. As he drew closer, the entity lunged towards him, the two halves acting in uncanny unison, reflecting the eternal symbiosis between creation and destruction.As the battle ensued, Han Yichen moved with a celestial rhythm, his sword meeting the entity's relentless attacks. He danced between the contrasting energies, his movements echoing his understanding of the cosmic balance."The dance of creation and destruction is the heartbeat of the cosmos," Han Yichen declared amidst the battle, his voice resonating with the energy of the floor. "One cannot exist without the other, they are eternally intertwined."The entity, in response, intensified its attack, a tumultuous harmony of creation and destruction. But Han Yichen met it head-on, his sword cutting through the spectral energy, a beacon of celestial power amidst the duality.As the battle reached

Chapter 86: Destruction [5] Upon ascending to the ninth floor of the Tower of Destruction, Han Yichen found himself standing at the threshold of a world in turmoil. It was as if he had stepped into a tapestry depicting the culmination of cataclysms - mountains crumbled, oceans boiled, and stars fell from the sky. Each cataclysm seemed to echo with the primal power of destruction, reshaping the world around it. From the heart of this chaotic panorama, his adversary emerged. It was an entity that pulsed with the rhythm of cataclysms, its form reflecting the catastrophic essence of destruction. It stood as a colossus of calamity, its energy resonating with the destructive symphony that surrounded them. In the face of such a formidable opponent, Han Yichen unsheathed his red mist-infused sword. The celestial glow of the sword stood in stark contrast against the backdrop of destruction, a solitary beacon of calm amidst the storm. As the entity launched its assault, a wave of destructiv

Chapter 88: Time [2]"Time is not a line, but a circle," Han Yichen said, his voice resonating with the rhythm of the changing landscape. "It is an endless cycle of birth, growth, decay, and rebirth."The entity responded, its form pulsing with the rhythm of time's endless cycles. It launched another attack, a cascade of moments seeking to wash over Han Yichen. But he stood firm, his celestial rhythm matching the cyclical flow of the entity's assault.Their battle unfolded in a dance of change and constancy, each parry and strike echoing the cyclical nature of time. Han Yichen moved with a celestial rhythm, his sword tracing arcs of light through the ever-changing landscape.In a defining moment, Han Yichen channeled his celestial power, his sword shining with a brilliant light that sliced through the temporal storm. With a decisive strike, he shattered the entity, its cyclical form unwinding into the threads of time.Standing amidst the transformed landscape, Han Yichen had conquered

The entity attacked, throwing a barrage of temporal realities towards Han Yichen. Each grain of sand that flew at him represented a different reality, a different possibility. But Han Yichen met the assault with his celestial power, his sword slicing through the barrage of realities, creating a path of stability amidst the shifting sands. "Time is an endless branching tree," Han Yichen voiced, his words echoing through the forest of hourglasses. "Each branch a reality, each leaf a possibility." The entity responded to his words, its form shifting in complex patterns, reflecting a myriad of realities. It retaliated with a renewed assault, an avalanche of temporal sands, each grain a different reality threatening to engulf Han Yichen. But he remained unyielding, his celestial rhythm countering the avalanche, his sword carving a path through the storm of realities. Their battle unfolded amidst the towering hourglasses, a celestial dance against the relentless branching of time. Each s