Not Immortal, Still an Ant

The Tower Spirit's voice rang out again, and Chen Ze could not discern any emotion in it.

"It is not favoritism. You have merely fallen into madness.

If you are allowed to wield forbidden power, not only will this place be left with corpses strewn everywhere, but you yourself will also be doomed beyond redemption.

Your greed and strife have long since betrayed your original intent.

The purpose of the tower's existence was not to satisfy your personal desires.

You sought to seize its power through violence and schemes, and you have already strayed onto the wrong path.

You should reflect upon your actions rather than complain here."

The Tower Spirit's voice echoed through the tower, as though it were merely stating the facts.

The Mysterious Old Man snorted coldly. "Fine words! Then what did all my years of research and exploration here amount to? I refuse to accept this!"

The Mysterious Old Man remained stubborn, unwilling to accept reality.

Who knew where the Tower Spirit found such kindness? It let out a soft sigh. "Though you have been here for many years, your heart has never been set upon the righteous path.

You have thought only of how to use the tower's power for personal gain, while neglecting your own cultivation and your reverence for the Heaven and Earth Laws.

Now, it is time to let go of your obsession.

Otherwise, you will never comprehend the tower's true mysteries."

"I cannot accept this..."

The Mysterious Old Man let out a despairing roar, his voice filled with helplessness.

At that moment, countless doubts rose in Chen Ze's heart, but he also understood that the situation was not entirely under his control.

This voice that called itself the Tower Spirit had heavily injured the Mysterious Old Man with a single strike.