Chapter 214

After completing the control over the scholar inside the tower, Li Zhuiyuan placed that wordless book back onto him.

Previously, the old Daoist priest had a horsetail whisk, and the black-skirted woman had a precious sword, both of which had played significant roles.

In his own case, he couldn't let this scholar go into battle empty-handed.

At the same time, the youth also harbored a thought: he wanted to see the effect of the scholar's "bitter study of life and death" on this book.

Hmm, it was indeed effective: the material of this book was truly good, and truly sturdy.

So much so that, in the scholar's muscle memory, he actually used this book to smash people.

Li Zhuiyuan let out a sigh in his heart; since it was already being used as a weapon, he shouldn't just think of it as a club. He should see if the pages could be separated to be used as swords or something, and look for other weapon forms.

The ball of flesh rolled onto the ground, and while looking wretched, its body was further manifesting, finally revealing a clear human shape.

This person was tall, yet incredibly ugly; the skin on his body looked like it had been stitched together from countless rags, and even the features on his face were misaligned, with the mouth on top and the eyes below.

He shouldn't have ended up like this; it was actually because his features were pulled askew just as he was taking shape.

"Roar!"

A roar erupted from his mouth, but because of the position of his mouth, it turned into something like a lone wolf howling at the sky.

His figure was like a leopard, sprinting rapidly as if eager to regain lost ground, and the scholar also charged toward him.

The momentum of their collision was terrifying; the corpses blocking their path were smashed to pieces, and nearby corpses were sent flying.

But just as the two were about to collide, he suddenly kicked his right leg outward, his large frame twisted, his center of gravity swung, and he forcibly changed direction. With almost no unnecessary pause, he bypassed the scholar and continued to charge toward the tower gate at an extremely high speed.

However, not long after this big guy turned, having only slightly closed the distance to the tower gate, he sensed a fierce force lashing out at him from the side.

The big guy was once again knocked over by the book.

"Bang!"

The scholar's figure landed gracefully, his robes fluttering and hair strands swaying. Even the book that had been bound was loosened, and he held it in his hand, looking at it in a seemingly proper manner.

This was not Li Zhuiyuan's control; this posture also belonged to one of the scholar's muscle memories.

The big guy stabilized his figure; the right half of his body that had been struck was visibly sunken, but as he stood up, flesh surged, and his body structure was readjusted.

……

The black-robed person: "Quite a gambling spirit."

The black-robed person was confident in the speed of his clone. After a rapid change of direction, the opponent should have had no chance to catch up. Being able to catch up meant that when the two collided earlier, the opponent had only put on a show and hadn't used real force at all, just waiting for him to turn so he could catch up in time.

If he hadn't let the clone turn earlier and had just collided head-on, he could have caught the opponent off guard, and the outcome might have been decided right then and there.

Li Zhuiyuan: "An elder in my family once told me that if you can foresee the result, it doesn't count as gambling."

The black-robed person: "I'm afraid there isn't enough time. This tree is about to rot. When the rules disappear completely, the disaster you want to avoid will still happen. So, what is the point of your obstruction now?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "It has a point. Being able to stop you from achieving your goal makes me quite happy."

……

Outside the tower, the enraged big guy began to actively chase the scholar.

The scholar's movement technique was nimble; he let the big guy jump around, deliberately avoiding contact with him.

Seeing that the big guy wasn't looking for her, Yu Miaomiao no longer approached the tower gate, instead using her sharp claws to sweep aside the crowd of corpses, wanting to hide in a corner of the platform. The corpses' target was the tower gate; as long as she didn't block them, the pressure would be much less.

Who would have thought, the scholar seemed to be looking for her specifically, landing right in front of her.

He swept the wordless book in his hand, first helping her clear the corpses in front, then swung it again, helping her open a path to the corner of the platform.

Yu Miaomiao looked at the back of the scholar in front of her, a smile appearing on her face, while her cat eyes revealed a playfulness she thought she had hidden perfectly:

Idiot, do you think that because I helped you hold back Zhen Shaoan earlier, I'm on your side?

After the scholar finished his "good deed," he left gracefully.

Yu Miaomiao's face showed great shock, because the big guy also landed toward her.

"Meow."

Yu Miaomiao didn't dare to delay, quickly dodging.

After the big guy landed with a boom, he looked at the scholar running to another place and jumped up again to continue the chase.

Chasing and chasing, the big guy's figure stopped.

As if he had suddenly figured something out, he turned around, faced the tower gate, ignored the scholar, and charged toward the tower gate again.

The scholar, who had been avoiding contact, had no choice but to land and appear in front of the big guy.

"Boom!"

The two first collided, then fists and feet flew like the wind; every collision triggered a muffled, suppressed sound.

In the area where they were fighting, any corpse that dared to pass by or even just get close would be shredded by the leaking air waves.

……

Li Zhuiyuan, who was playing chess at the bottom of the tower, held a chess piece, pondering slightly.

The black-robed person: "What, can't you focus on the chess game anymore?"

Li Zhuiyuan placed the chess piece.

His hesitation earlier was because the big guy clearly wanted to fight the scholar head-on but had been led on a merry chase for quite a while.

Logically speaking, attacking what the enemy must save is a very simple tactic. The opponent could have chosen to continue charging the tower gate from the beginning, forcing the scholar to come down and fight a war of attrition.

Was that silly "chase" earlier because the black-robed person actually lacked sufficient control over his clone?

Linking this to the faceless person at the top of the tower, Li Zhuiyuan realized:

The opponent's "clone technique" looks profound, but the side effects are actually quite obvious. If the clone you split off has its own will and isn't completely under your control, then what is the point of this clone?

Hmm, this technique is no good; it's not worth learning.

……

Zhao Yi had already activated the defensive formation, and the others could finally rest.

In the distance, the big guy and the scholar were fighting with great intensity. Moreover, the way those two had solved those corpses earlier was as simple as sweeping away fallen leaves. On one hand, it was because their power was great; on the other hand, it was because the corpse tide's target wasn't them.

If they were truly targeted, even an ant colony could bite an elephant to death.

And the ones truly bearing the pressure of the corpse tide, killing without end, were this group of people.

Zhao Yi's gaze fell on Runsheng, revealing undisguised greed.

From the initial fight with Xu Zhenrong, Runsheng had stood in the front row bearing the greatest pressure. During the subsequent counterattack, he had even clashed twice with the mask-wearer who had all his qi gates open and was injured. Yet, every time it seemed he had exhausted his strength, he could gasp for air and swing his shovel again.

This is the cornerstone of a team. As long as he is in a team, the other roles are easy to fill.

At this moment, Zhao Yi sensed a gaze from the scholar, which briefly landed on him.

He knew this was a reminder, or even a warning, from the one surnamed Li.

Zhao Yi immediately turned his head to look at Yu Miaomiao in the distance.

"Hum! Hum! Hum!"

The high tower began to shake.

Zhao Yi immediately looked nervously at Li Zhuiyuan, who was standing on the threshold. Seeing Li Zhuiyuan grab the door frame beside him with one hand before going into the yin state, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The rules were being further destroyed, and the constraints on this place were further reduced.

Outside the defensive formation, the original corpses were emitting an even denser resentment, and their power was becoming stronger accordingly.

"Crack... crack... crack..."

The cracks on the formation flags were becoming denser and denser; they couldn't hold on for much longer, and the situation was becoming increasingly critical.

Lin Shu You licked his chapped lips. He was fine, but he could feel that the Master Tongzi was about to reach his limit.

If he were to perform the spirit-descending ritual again, the Master Tongzi would likely come down again, and he, Lin Shu You, would very likely become the first spirit-medium in the history of the Guan Jiang Shou to exhaust Lord Yin Shen to death.

Yin Meng was still earnestly cooking. In the pot were severed hands, severed feet, and blackened hearts, livers, and lungs.

The food supplies they had brought were already used up, so she had to forage on the spot.

It was just that, although it was boiling "gurgle gurgle" and the presentation was very poor, using even more terrifying and filthy ingredients, it felt far different from when she cooked normal food before.

Tan Wenbin shivered as he came over and asked, "How come it feels like the toxicity isn't enough?"

Yin Meng shook her head: "I don't know."

Zhao Yi asked, "Was she like this when she started cooking?"

Tan Wenbin recalled their first meeting in Fengdou and replied, "At first, when she cooked more complex meals, it just easily caused food poisoning. Later, it gradually became outrageous."

Zhao Yi nodded. It must have been after meeting that one surnamed Li that the Yin family bloodline in Yin Meng was stimulated and awakened.

He had watched the entire cooking process through the Life and Death Gate seam earlier; the ingredients were fine, the seasonings were fine, the problem must be with her.

As the only living blood descendant of the Great Emperor of Fengdu in the current world, it was normal for her to exhibit certain traits.

For example, if you ate a meal she cooked herself, you could go down to see the King of Hell, or perhaps the King of Hell himself would cook for you—would you dare to eat it?

As for why her traits were so unique... it was probably because her original talent was truly too poor.

If her initial aptitude had been excellent, or even just normal, she wouldn't have had her bloodline stimulation effect land on this.

However, if it weren't for this, she probably wouldn't have met that one surnamed Li, and wouldn't have followed that one surnamed Li to walk the river.

Moreover, that one surnamed Li was good enough to her, actually being able to invite another house-born servant from the old lady of the Liu family to teach her poison arts, which could be considered putting this inexplicable bloodline talent to use.

Zhao Yi was very familiar with Liu Yi, because during his first wave, he had almost burned incense and prayed, hoping that the person the old lady sent to talk sense would be Qin Shu instead of Liu Yi.

Qin Shu had failed in walking the river, but he was at least a figure on the river. He could survive three knives and six holes in front of him, but if that woman had come, no matter how he performed his generous and tragic songs, she would have taken his life.

"Let's try it." Zhao Yi said, "The alcohol stove is almost used up."

"Okay." Yin Meng nodded, once again using the exorcism whip to roll up the pot, throw it high into the distance, and then knock it over.

The food splashed and drifted, but this time, although some wailing and screaming came, it was far from the effect of the last time.

"It's no good." Yin Meng picked up the exorcism whip; next, she had to participate in frontline combat.

Zhao Yi chuckled twice and said, "I'm grateful that when I first met you all, that one surnamed Li didn't let you cook to entertain me."

Tan Wenbin asked, "How much longer can the formation hold?"

Zhao Yi: "Half the expected time."

Immediately, Zhao Yi gritted his teeth and looked at Yu Miaomiao again.

After the rules were further weakened, those corpses not only became stronger but also developed a bit of intelligence. Although attacking the high tower was still their primary goal, they would no longer ignore "outsiders" as they had before.

The scholar and the big guy were fighting intensely there. At first, there were still corpses walking in muddled and being crushed along with them, but now they all actively avoided the combat area of those two.

As for Yu Miaomiao, she had become the relatively soft persimmon, because the tower could only gather so many, and the subsequent corpses couldn't squeeze in anyway, so they began to actively wrap around her.

The little corner she originally thought she could keep to herself unexpectedly became a place of danger on the entire platform, not inferior to the tower gate position.

"Meow!"

Although her claws were still sharp, Yu Miaomiao found that the corpses in front of her were becoming harder and harder to kill.

Some corpses had already grown long nails, some were oozing pus, and their aggressiveness had also increased.

Zhao Yi waved his arms continuously toward the direction where Yu Miaomiao was, shouting urgently: "Meow meow meow!"

Just at this moment, a low voice sounded inexplicably in Zhao Yi's ear:

"Work for me, and I'll give you twenty percent."

Zhao Yi's gaze froze, and he hurriedly asked in his heart: "Who are you?"

"You should be able to guess who I am. That youth is currently sitting opposite me, playing chess with me."

"Twenty percent of what? The opportunity here?"

"Yes. Work for me, and you can live, gain good fortune, and survive this wave. If you are willing to light the lamp a second time and admit defeat, I can promise you a position of honor in my heavenly kingdom."

"What if I don't agree?"

"This youth is willing to die here for this natural disaster. And you, are you willing to die?"

"Of course I want to live."

"Then you should know what to do."

"I've been to the eleventh floor, but I didn't see the twelfth floor."

"The stairs leading to the top of the tower have long since fallen."

Zhao Yi nodded silently.

At this moment, Yu Miaomiao in the distance also fought her way out toward here, wanting to seek refuge here.

A smile appeared on the corner of Zhao Yi's mouth: It seems you heard that voice too.

"She's coming."

Runsheng stood up, holding his shovel.

Tan Wenbin and Yin Meng also looked at the approaching Yu Miaomiao with vigilant eyes.

Zhao Yi: "We are all people fallen to the ends of the earth; at this time, one more person means one more bit of strength."

Saying this, Zhao Yi actively opened a corner of the defensive formation and brought Yu Miaomiao in.

Yu Miaomiao had injuries on her body; although none were serious, there were many, all scratched by those corpses.

After coming in, she lay on the ground and began to pant and recover, looking completely exhausted.

Tan Wenbin frowned, can this dead body of yours still breathe?

Zhao Yi said to Yu Miaomiao: "You rest well. When the formation breaks, you will also have to contribute. Don't forget, we are now grasshoppers on the same rope."

Hearing this, Yu Miaomiao nodded.

In the distance, the duel between the scholar and the big guy entered a white-hot stage.

The scholar had multiple indentations on his body, no longer looking as transcendent and graceful as before.

The big guy wasn't much better off; his body, which had been like a rag sack, was now beaten to the point where flesh buds were bursting out everywhere, like cotton popping out of a cotton-padded jacket.

……

Bottom of the tower.

In the yin-walking state, Li Zhuiyuan, who was playing chess, had his figure become much fainter.

This was not a disguise, but his true state at the moment.

Although he was controlling the scholar to fight the big guy outside to a standstill, under the continuous head-on clashes and the further weakening of the tower's rule power, more and more "silk threads" on the scholar's body were breaking.

Like a marionette, the fewer the threads, the higher the demands on the puppeteer to keep it looking lifelike.

The black-robed person: "Do you still want to keep holding on?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Let's see if I can't take it anymore, or if this high tower collapses first."

On the tower, the eleventh floor was empty, but from the second floor to the tenth floor, all the dead Xuanmen practitioners inside had all stood up and began to numbly strike the tower walls.

They were not far from losing control.

Inside the high tower, there were glaring cracks everywhere.

The black-robed person: "If we continue to consume each other, it really has no meaning."

Li Zhuiyuan: "You should know that I cannot be persuaded by you."

The black-robed person: "Hmm, so I chose to persuade others."

Li Zhuiyuan's body trembled, the chess piece in his hand slipped to the ground, and his figure, which had already become faint, suddenly became much fainter.

"What's going on, why suddenly..."

Seeing this, the black-robed person smiled: "I can understand your kind of persistence. Perhaps this is what makes a person who can become a Long Wang different from others.

But it's a pity, in every generation, there is only one Long Wang.

Therefore, not everyone has this belief and is willing to pay with their life for it."

……

The youth standing on the threshold began to have a nosebleed.

"Brother Xiaoyuan?" Tan Wenbin took a paper ball out of his pocket.

"The formation is about to be broken, you guard here." Zhao Yi took the paper ball, "I'll go help him."

After helping the youth stop the nosebleed, Zhao Yi said to Li Zhuiyuan, who was standing in front of him:

"It seems you are tired. Let me give you a hand!"

Zhao Yi pressed his fingertip against the youth's brow.

The others saw this scene and thought Zhao Yi was going to lend his brain to Brother Xiaoyuan like in the teaching session before.

But who would have thought, as soon as Zhao Yi's finger touched him, a look of pain appeared on Li Zhuiyuan's face, and blood tears flowed from his eyes.

And in the distance, the scholar, who had just exchanged fists and feet with the big guy and bounced apart, had the wordless book fall to the ground. His arms hung down, and he stood there, lowering his head, eyes closed, motionless.

Zhao Yi laughed loudly: "Hahaha, you surnamed Li, you always say I don't dare to gamble and am afraid of losing. That's right, I am afraid of losing, because I just want to live!"

Runsheng, Lin Shu You, and Yin Meng immediately looked over here. Tan Wenbin stood in front of them first and questioned Zhao Yi:

"Zhao Yi, what the hell are you doing!"

Zhao Yi: "I advise you to be practical. If the rules continue to weaken, the things outside will only become more and more terrifying, and the truly terrifying group inside will also come out.

If we don't bow our heads, we will all die here. And I can take you out of here alive. There's really no need to follow this surnamed Li and be buried with him here!"

Tan Wenbin opened his arms, blocking all his partners behind him: "If you dare to betray us, I'll kill you!"

Yu Miaomiao saw this scene of sudden infighting. Her cat eyes first revealed excitement, then turned into astonishment:

He actually heard that voice too?

He was going to complete the agreement with that voice ahead of her, and then get that promised ten percent of the opportunity!

Yu Miaomiao couldn't help but feel some regret. The reason she chose to come over earlier was first because it was temporarily safe here and she could seek refuge, and second, she also heard the voice that suddenly appeared in her ear.

But she didn't take action immediately, worried that the voice would deceive her, thinking she would continue to observe the situation. After all, she was such a smart and cautious person.

But now, because of her hesitation and doubt, she had actually been beaten to the punch by someone else!

And at this moment, the big guy suddenly rushed toward the motionless scholar. He wanted to take advantage of the fact that the body couldn't move to tear him to pieces first, and then rush into the tower!

The big guy's hands pierced directly into the scholar's chest. The scholar had no reaction, but just as the big guy was about to stretch his arms to tear the scholar in two...

Zhao Yi closed his eyes.

At the bottom of the tower, the black-robed person watched as Li Zhuiyuan, who had almost become semi-transparent, suddenly became solid.

And the scholar also opened his eyes. The wordless book on the ground had its pages fly out with a "swish," piercing into the big guy's body from bottom to top.

The scholar reached out, grabbed a page, and exerted force upward, pulling swiftly!

"Puff!"

The big guy was thus vertically cut into two halves.

But even so, this body that had become two halves still had a tendency to pull back together.

The scholar grabbed one side with one hand, pressing the two halves of the body onto the ground.

Black karmic fire erupted from his palm, burning on these two sides of the body.

The bodies on both sides began to struggle desperately, but it was to no avail. Corpse qi was constantly evaporated and dissipated into nothingness.

……

Bottom of the tower.

The black-robed person: "Where is this fire from? It can actually burn my corpse qi!"

Li Zhuiyuan: "This is karmic fire from Fengdu."

Karmic fire from Fengdu?

The black-robed person clenched his hands, and the purple chains above the stone seat made a loud noise, showing his anger at this moment.

His goal was to become an existence like the Great Emperor of Fengdu, becoming the supreme ruler in his own kingdom.

Therefore, upon sensing the existence of Yin Meng, the bloodline of the Great Emperor of Fengdu, he had shown his "enthusiasm."

But he didn't expect that the bloodline of that Great Emperor had never used the Great Emperor's inherited techniques from beginning to end, just constantly using poison and cooking.

And the Great Emperor's methods actually appeared on the youth in front of him!

The black-robed person: "I didn't expect that not only are you more like a Liu family member than the Liu family, but you are also more like an Yin family member than the Yin family."

Li Zhuiyuan was noncommittal, just continuing to place pieces. This chess game was almost finished, and he wasn't far from losing.

The black-robed person: "He actually didn't betray you."

Li Zhuiyuan: "Hmm, the reason I chose to stand on the threshold and then open the yin-walking state to come down was because I was afraid he wouldn't be able to enter the tower, so he could give a hand outside."

The black-robed person: "Aren't you worried at all?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "Not worried. He is smart enough, not that stupid, and he didn't read his ancestor's notes in vain."

……

"Hahaha! It's killing me, he actually wanted to incite me to rebel!"

Zhao Yi laughed loudly.

Lin Shu You also laughed along.

Zhao Yi immediately glared at him: "What are you laughing at? I can see it. If Tan Wenbin hadn't deliberately blocked you just now, you really wanted to stab me to death with your trident."

Lin Shu You: "I... I didn't."

Zhao Yi: "You did. My third eye saw it. You wanted to settle public and private grudges together."

Lin Shu You: "..."

Tan Wenbin: "Does A-You have a private grudge with you?"

Zhao Yi: "That's a long story. However, that guy is really mentally ill. He told me to rebel. Where could I hide after rebelling? I'm not like this surnamed Li who can enter this tower. I can't even touch this tower gate.

So, after rebelling, wait for that big guy to run over and kill you all to save me? Before that big guy rushed here, I'm afraid I would have already been killed by you all. You would definitely avenge that surnamed Li.

Also, do you know how much he only gave me? He only split twenty percent with me!"

Tan Wenbin: "Twenty percent? That's not even enough to dismiss a beggar."

Yu Miaomiao: Twenty percent?

Zhao Yi: "Exactly. If I could get in, everything inside would be mine. Would I need him to give me twenty percent? Damn it, I just can't get in, otherwise I really would have wanted to rebel."

……

Bottom of the tower.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Alright, you can continue to project power out now. This time, how much are you going to project out?"

Black qi began to rise along the purple chains, and it ended quickly.

Li Zhuiyuan: "Ten percent is not enough."

The black-robed person: "It's enough."

Li Zhuiyuan: "If you had said you would give me forty percent at the beginning, I might have really been tempted."

The black-robed person: "Are you mocking me?"

Li Zhuiyuan: "No, I am pitying you."

……

In the sky outside, black clouds gathered again.

Soon, the black clouds descended. One of them was split into two during the descent, falling onto the two halves of the body being burned by the scholar. The two halves, which were almost burned dry and falling off, regained some vitality. They no longer tried to piece themselves back together, but each stretched out a hand and grabbed one of the scholar's hands.

The scholar was burning them, and they also seemed to have turned into two chains, binding the scholar here.

And at this moment, the shaking of the high tower intensified.

The resentment on the corpse crowd outside was further deepening, and each of their auras was becoming more and more powerful.

Correspondingly, the emerald dome above was becoming thinner and thinner. Countless hands had already reached out from the barrier, and the vast number of black shadows inside were about to crawl out.

Zhao Yi put away his playful expression: "The formation is about to be broken. Everyone, get ready. Runsheng in front, Lin Shu You and Yin Meng on Runsheng's diagonal, Tan Wenbin, you take the rear!"

Immediately after, Zhao Yi looked at Yu Miaomiao and said very seriously:

"Yu Miaomiao, you listen to my command alone. Wherever the defense leaks, you go up and take care of it.

Don't worry, I promise you, since we are working together now, I will protect your safety. Although the situation is very dangerous, we will definitely be able to survive this wave."

Yu Miaomiao nodded: "Meow."

"Slap!"

Zhao Yi calmly closed the formation one step ahead before it shattered.

After losing the formation barrier, the corpse crowd, which had become even fiercer outside, immediately rushed over with bared fangs and brandished claws.

Just upon contact, one could clearly feel the pressure like a tidal wave.

Although Runsheng was still swinging his shovel with force, these corpses were no longer as easily shattered as before.

At this moment, three ghosts transformed from dancing girls jumped up and pounced toward this side.

Zhao Yi: "Yu Miaomiao, go!"

Yu Miaomiao flew out, but not toward the three dancing girls; instead, she turned toward the tower gate.

Zhao Yi shouted: "What are you doing!"

Tan Wenbin, who was in charge of the rear, protected Brother Xiaoyuan, who was standing on the threshold on one side of the tower gate, and prepared to use the ghost-controlling technique.

However, Yu Miaomiao didn't look at the youth at all, but rushed directly into the tower gate.

The remaining rule power inside the high tower began to exert pressure on her, but first, she was using the black-skirted woman's body, so she was qualified to return to this tower; second, the rules were severely destroyed now, so the pressure was naturally much less.

After entering the tower, Yu Miaomiao immediately began to climb the floors!

……

Bottom of the tower.

The black-robed person didn't take a chess piece, but pointed with his fingertip, and a wisp of extremely pure corpse qi turned into a black piece and fell. The chess game ended here.

The black-robed person said: "Hehe, I won."

Li Zhuiyuan nodded: "Hmm, I lost."

After saying this, Li Zhuiyuan ended the yin-walking state.

The youth standing on the threshold opened his eyes.

Zhao Yi immediately reopened the formation he had closed in advance, isolating the corpse crowd outside.

Although this formation was already tottering and couldn't last for a few minutes, it could at least buy some time to say a few words.

Zhao Yi: "Thanks, you surnamed Li. I owe you a life."

Li Zhuiyuan didn't respond, but turned his head to look at the mural on the first floor inside the tower. From his angle, he could just see the painting at the end.

In the painting, a "destined person" and a native of the tower he had chosen combined their figures, struck the great bell, and initiated the ascension ceremony.

Li Zhuiyuan walked down the steps and came outside the tower.

"Sigh, it failed after all. I don't blame you; you have already done your best."

The faceless person stood inside the tower gate, his whole body filled with dense decadence.

Li Zhuiyuan didn't look back, but waved his hand lightly: "You can go strike the bell."

The faceless person: "That bell is still missing the final stroke; it hasn't been completed."

Li Zhuiyuan: "The final stroke has already gone up."

The faceless person: "She has already been absorbed for one stroke; her fate and fortune were drawn away at the beginning."

Li Zhuiyuan: "She has two souls in one body."

……

At this moment, on the top floor of the high tower, Yu Miaomiao stood in front of that great bell. She could feel the vast good fortune contained within the bell in front of her, and her eyes revealed intense greed.

She stretched out her claws, preparing to scrape the good fortune off the bell.

Just at this moment, the faceless person suddenly appeared.

Without giving her the slightest time to react, the faceless person struck directly against the bell!

"Dong!"

Every time the bell rang, the complex patterns on the bell face would light up in unison, and that missing final stroke appeared particularly eye-catching at this moment.

But just at this moment, all the remaining rule power inside the high tower pressed down on Yu Miaomiao.

In an instant, Yu Miaomiao lost control of this body, because this body essentially belonged to this high tower; it had just been forcibly stolen by Yu Cang sheng using the method of borrowing a corpse to return the soul.

Yu Miaomiao uncontrollably opened her mouth, and her fate and fortune were instantly drawn out and integrated into the great bell.

The final missing pattern on the great bell was filled at this moment.

A brilliant glow descended from above the dome, shining on this tower.

Ascension, begin!

(End of chapter)