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
Chapter 77: Soul [1]The battles in the Tower of Souls were not just physical clashes, but mental contests. Han Yichen needed to anticipate the shifting forms of the imaginative entities, predicting their movements even as they continually transformed. His crimson eyes blazed with focus and determination, his every move a testament to his divine insight and tactical prowess.As he delved deeper into the floor, the imaginative entities grew more formidable, their forms bending and shaping into even more abstract and perplexing configurations. But Han Yichen's celestial power remained unwavering, his resolve undimmed by the bewildering challenges of the tower.In the climactic finale of the first-floor battle, Han Yichen was faced with the manifestation of imagination itself - a being of pure energy, its form ever-changing and boundless. The entity attacked with a blinding flurry of spectral lights, its form continuously shifting and morphing, challenging both Han Yichen's combat skills
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 79: Soul [3]In the final decisive moment, Han Yichen harnessed the celestial power within him, the essence of the Dungeon Lord, and drove his red mist-infused sword into the heart of the spectral doppelgänger. In a blaze of ethereal light, the spectral form shattered, dissolving into a shower of spectral particles that faded into the ether.With the defeat of his imaginative reflection, a silence fell over the fourth floor. Han Yichen stood victorious, his breath echoing in the hushed realm. His journey on this floor had tested him in ways he had not foreseen, challenging his mental fortitude and pushing his celestial power to new heights.The fourth floor of the Tower of Souls had been conquered, and Han Yichen was another step closer to the blood of the Angel of Imagination. His journey towards angelhood was far from over, but with each victory, he was one step closer to fulfilling his destiny. As he prepared to ascend further, Han Yichen knew that the trials ahead would on