The stillness that followed the Angel of Death's retreat was deceptive. Just as Han Yichen began to gather himself, a darkness, deeper than any he had encountered before, began to seep into the Tower of Eternity. This was not just the void of nothingness; it was an oppressive force, the very antithesis of life.From this encroaching abyss, the Angel of Death re-emerged. But now, it wasn't just a singular entity; it seemed to be an amalgamation of every end, every last breath, every silent scream of despair. Its form was nebulous, constantly shifting, reflecting the countless faces of those it had claimed. The chains on its wings rattled, echoing the dirges of countless souls."Existence is but a fleeting moment, Han Yichen," it declared, its voice a cacophony of whispers, "All things must find their end. Even those who have danced with eternity."Reality itself seemed to warp. The once-solid floor of the Tower turned treacherous, with gaping chasms seeking to swallow Han Yichen into t
The Tower of Eternity seemed to breathe, its very walls pulsating, echoing the battles Han Yichen had faced within its confines. But this quiet was a precursor, a brief respite before the storm.Without warning, the ground trembled, and a resonating hum filled the tower. It was a frequency that seemed to vibrate through every fiber of Han Yichen's being, beckoning ancient forces. It was a call to something beyond mortality, beyond the angels he had confronted.From the epicenter of the tremor rose a colossal obelisk, glowing with an intensity that seemed otherworldly. Intricate patterns raced across its surface, telling tales of epochs gone by, of battles between cosmic forces, and of the delicate balance that held the universe together.The obelisk's glow intensified, and from its radiance emerged an entity of unparalleled majesty – The Angel of Existence. Its form was nebulous, a swirling amalgamation of galaxies, stars, and cosmic energies. It was neither life nor death, creation n
As the Angel of Duality faded, the Tower of Eternity was illuminated in an ethereal, golden light. This was no ordinary glow; it was transcendent, radiant, and overwhelmingly divine. Each beam seemed to carry the songs of a million choirs, singing in harmonious unison. From the heart of this brilliance descended the Angel of Heaven. Dressed in robes of purest white, edged with gold and adorned with symbols of sacred geometry, its wings were vast, each feather seemingly crafted from light itself. Its visage was one of serene beauty, but its eyes, deep pools of sapphire blue, held the weight of ancient wisdom. "Behold, Han Yichen," it proclaimed, its voice a melodious harmony that reverberated throughout the Tower. "You have journeyed through the fabric of existence, confronted the many facets of the cosmos. But do you understand the sanctity of the heavens, the realm that balances all realms?" Without awaiting an answer, the Angel of Heaven raised its arm, summoning a cascade of sta
The illusion of victory was shattered as the universe began to undulate once more, the pulsating rhythm of existence signaling another challenge. Even after the intense confrontation with the Angel of Transcendence, it seemed the Tower of Eternity had not yet exhausted its trials.Emerging from the vibrant tapestry of stars and nebulae was a being of even greater grandeur, an entity that seemed to embody the cosmos in its entirety – The Angel of Creation and Void. It was a juxtaposition of light and darkness, a harmonious blend of inception and cessation."Bravo, Han Yichen," it intoned, its voice a whisper yet booming like the birth of stars. "You have traversed the intricate weaves of existence and faced angels that guard the boundaries of understanding. But do you fathom the essence of the beginning and the end?"Without awaiting an answer, the angel gestured, summoning spirals of stardust that coalesced into proto-planets, stars, and galaxies before Han Yichen. Almost simultaneous
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
The celestial realm dimmed, the twinkling stars fading into obscurity. An eerie silence enveloped everything, a calm before a storm. From this tranquil void, a radiant energy began to emanate, growing in intensity, heralding the arrival of the most formidable entity Han Yichen would face: The Angel of Finality.This angel was different from the rest. It was not bound to a particular form or element but instead was a manifestation of the Tower of Eternity's essence itself. A shimmering, ethereal being, it appeared as a vortex of raw energy, continually shifting, its core pulsating with an ageless heartbeat."Warrior of transcendence," its voice resonated, echoing through the vast expanse, "You've traversed the myriad trials of this tower, but the true test of your journey commences now. Can you overcome the ultimate challenge, the essence of finality, and prove your worth?"With a sweeping motion, the Angel of Finality unleashed cascading waves of raw energy, seeking to envelop and con
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
As Han Yichen, now the Angel of Eternity, spread his luminous wings and looked upon the vast universe, a shadow fell across the stars. A force, dark and ancient, stirred in the void, sensing the birth of a new cosmic entity.From the abyss, a voice that resonated with the vibrations of the cosmos itself declared, "Han Yichen, your transformation is but the beginning. To truly reign as the Angel of Eternity, you must face the Guardian of the Cosmos."Emerging from the veil of darkness was a being unlike any Han Yichen had ever seen. It was vast, its form stretching across galaxies, its eyes the very black holes that swallowed stars. This was the Guardian of the Cosmos, an entity that had witnessed the birth and death of universes.The Guardian spoke, "Your journey through the Tower of Eternity was but a precursor. Now, you must prove your worth to the cosmos itself."With a mere flicker of its colossal wing, the Guardian sent waves of dark energy towards Han Yichen. The universe around