Chapter 69: Evolution [3]But through it all, he held firm, drawing upon the power of the Dungeon Lord and the red mist to anchor himself in reality. His crimson eyes were a beacon of unwavering focus, and with each triumph, he grew more resolute in his purpose.Finally, he faced the ultimate illusion—a reflection of himself. It was a mirror image that embodied his darkest doubts and deepest fears. The battle that ensued was not just a clash of swords but a confrontation of the very essence of his being.In a mesmerizing display of self-awareness, Han Yichen stared into the eyes of the illusion, acknowledging the truths it held and the doubts it sought to exploit. With a determination that echoed through his very soul, he shattered the illusion, releasing its hold on him.The victory on Floor Four was not just a test of strength but a testament to Han Yichen's mastery of his own mind and emotions. The red mist around him pulsed with an ethereal brilliance, as if resonating with the pr
Chapter 70: Evolution [4]The red mist surrounding Han Yichen swirled with an ethereal brilliance, its crimson glow now augmented with a celestial radiance. His crimson eyes glowed with the intensity of a star, reflecting the power of the Dungeon Lord and the divine energies he had harnessed on his arduous ascent through the tower.As he stepped onto the Final Floor, a divine entity awaited him—an ancient being that stood as the guardian of the fragment of the Silver Blood. Its presence was awe-inspiring, its power transcending mortal comprehension. This being was not just a creature of the Tower of Evolution but a remnant of a forgotten era when gods walked among mortals.With a voice that echoed through the floor, the divine entity addressed Han Yichen, acknowledging his journey and the trials he had faced. It spoke of the fragment of the Silver Blood—an essence that could grant him demi-godhood, a power that few mortals had ever attained.But there was a catch. To claim the fragmen
Chapter 71: Evolution [5]With a ferocious roar, Han Yichen unleashed a celestial explosion that engulfed the gargoyle in a blaze of red mist and cosmic energy. The guardian's form quivered and cracked, its stone surface fracturing under the force of the attack.But the gargoyle was not easily defeated. It retaliated with a mighty swing of its stone wings, creating a gust of wind that threatened to upend even a demi-god. Yet, Han Yichen stood firm, channeling his powers to resist the gargoyle's overwhelming force.The battle reached a crescendo, a titanic clash between the divine and the guardian. The Final Floor seemed to resonate with their power, and the very foundations of the tower shook with their might.Finally, with a last, resolute strike, Han Yichen delivered a blow that shattered the gargoyle's stony form. The ancient guardian crumbled, dissipating into a shower of celestial particles. The chamber fell silent, and the red mist around Han Yichen settled as if in acknowledgme
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 73: Dead [2]The fourth floor of the Tower of the Dead was a spectral arena, where ghostly apparitions of great warriors and sorcerers from the past lingered. As Han Yichen stepped into this otherworldly battlefield, he was greeted by the unsettling echoes of long-lost conversations, a chilling reminder of the once-living spirits that resided here.A ghostly figure materialized before him, his spectral form shimmering with ancient power. This was the echo of the warrior king, a legendary figure from a time forgotten. His voice reverberated through the hall, filled with a power that transcended time."Who dares to disturb the eternal rest of the great king?" the spectral figure boomed, his voice echoing through the ethereal realm.Han Yichen stood firm, his crimson eyes locked onto the warrior king. "I am Han Yichen, the Dungeon Lord. I seek the second drop of angel blood to ascend to godhood," he replied, his voice carrying an unwavering determination.The warrior king laughed
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 75: Dead [4]With a determined nod, Han Yichen readied himself for the ultimate challenge. The red mist around him surged with a divine brilliance, a celestial beacon in the twilight expanse. His sword, imbued with the divine essence of the red mist, shone brightly, ready to face the celestial onslaught.The ensuing battle was an epic confrontation of cosmic and divine powers, a celestial spectacle that resonated through the tower. Each strike from the entity seemed to create ripples in the celestial panorama, distorting the fabric of reality. However, Han Yichen met each attack with divine precision, his red mist-infused sword slicing through the cosmic onslaught like a comet.The clash of cosmic and divine powers echoed through the tower, a testament to Han Yichen's indomitable spirit and his unwavering pursuit of godhood. With a final, resounding strike, he shattered the cosmic entity, its celestial energy dissipating into the ethereal twilight.With the celestial echo defe
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