Upon entering the Two-Star Tower, Lu Yuan was directly teleported to the hundredth floor.
This meant that Lu Yuan was currently ranked one hundredth.
Because Mo Ke Lie had been challenging others nonstop, Lu Yuan's ranking had also been steadily dropping.
It was a vast, snow-white space, with no matter anywhere around.
Lu Yuan was already used to this. Facing the empty space, he said, "Begin challenge."
Ding! The challenger, Lu Yuan, once reached fifteenth place in the Two-Star Tower and possesses the authority to challenge above his level. He may challenge ten levels higher. If successful, he may challenge twenty levels higher, and so on. Would you like to challenge the ninetieth gatekeeper?
A cold mechanical voice rang out.
"Yes."
Lu Yuan did not hesitate.
The challenge began!
As soon as he spoke, Lu Yuan arrived on the ninetieth floor.
On the white ground before him sat a potbellied monk. His belly was exposed, with the head of a hungry ghost tattooed on it. A ring of skulls hung around his neck, and he carried a spiked club on his shoulder.
The man looked nothing like a monk. He looked more like a vicious criminal.
The reason Lu Yuan called him a monk was that he recognized him.
"Which blind fool wants to challenge this holy monk?"
The monk opened his eyes, which blazed with savagery and bloodlust.
"Huh? Divine Will Descent."
Lu Yuan was surprised. Generally speaking, challengers only left behind battle projections. Very few would use Divine Will Descent.
Descending with divine will was no different from descending with one's true body.
Victory was one thing.
But if he lost, even his divine sense would be damaged.
Long Zhan had suffered exactly that fate earlier.
"Hmm, you're Lu Yuan!"
The monk stared at Lu Yuan,