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
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
Chapter 81: Soul [5]The ninth floor of the Tower of Souls was a world born of thought and emotion, an ethereal realm that pulsed with spectral energy. It was a place where the abstract became tangible, where every thought, every emotion, had a form, a presence. The atmosphere shimmered with spectral light, casting a mystical hue on the landscape of shifting forms.As Han Yichen stepped onto this floor, he could feel the energy around him resonate with his thoughts and emotions. His red mist-infused sword thrummed in harmony with his heartbeats, its crimson glow casting a soft light on the ethereal surroundings.The adversaries here were not just manifestations or echoes, but embodiments of his thoughts and emotions. These were not mere constructs, but real, tangible entities, the physical forms of his subconscious feelings and ideas. Each one was a reflection of a part of him, a battle against himself.The initial confrontations were a whirlwind of emotion, a chaotic ballet of celest
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