Bai Qi of Great Qin

In ten days, they had only reached the fiftieth floor. Forty-nine floors still lay ahead, and the farther they went, the slower their climb would become. Leaving aside whether they could reach the top, even if they could, it would take at least six months to a year.

But six months to a year? The Hundred Emperors Tomb would only remain open for a month, and more than half that time had already passed.

Whatever the case, they could only keep climbing. After spending most of a day regulating their breathing and recovering most of their strength, Zhuge Xiang and Wu Zhao continued toward the fifty-first floor. Barring any surprises, each would have to face fifty-one puppets of their own.

Upon reaching the fifty-first floor, they saw the familiar coffin and walls, seemingly no different from those on the fifty floors below. Yet Zhuge Xiang and Wu Zhao both gave a slight start. A man sat cross-legged atop the coffin, dressed in moon-white battle armor and holding a spear. He looked about forty. Though he was merely sitting there, his presence felt as heavy as a mountain.

High-grade Spirit Stones should have been embedded in the walls, with only their number varying between floors. But on this fifty-first floor, there were no Spirit Stones in the walls. Instead, a small, milky-white dragon swam ceaselessly across them, giving off a presence more than a hundred times richer than those high-grade Spirit Stones.

"Why is this different? Could this man have failed in his attempt to conquer the Hundred Emperors Pagoda?" Looking at the man sitting cross-legged on the coffin, Zhuge Xiang and Wu Zhao exchanged a glance.

"Bai Qi!? Didn't he die long ago? Why is he inside the Hundred Emperors Pagoda!?" Zhuge Xiang did not know this mysterious man's identity,