Mocking and disdainful voices rang out softly among the crowd.
Yang Lingtian paid them no heed and raised the black token in his hand.
Chaos Power slowly poured into it.
The token instantly erupted with dazzling light. A pillar of radiance shot into the sky and struck directly toward the massive stone gate.
Countless runes lit up across the ancient stone gate.
With a heavy series of creaks, it slowly opened inward, revealing a narrow gap.
A desolate aura hundreds or thousands of times denser than that outside seeped through the crack.
The next moment, an irresistible suction came from within the gate and enveloped Yang Lingtian's body.
His figure was instantly dragged and twisted, turning into a streak of light that vanished into the gap.
The stone gate slowly closed once more, slamming shut with a boom and sealing itself perfectly.
Outside, on the body of the Ascension Tower, an ancient bronze lamp at the very bottom, marking the first floor, suddenly lit up.
Though its light was faint, it represented a new challenger embarking on the journey.
Light and shadow shifted, while space and time transformed.
When Yang Lingtian's feet touched solid ground again, he was already standing in a boundless void.
Beneath his feet was an ancient stone platform made from some unknown material, cold and hard.
All around him was endless darkness and deathly silence.
The instant he steadied himself, countless points of light began gathering in the void ahead.
Light and darkness intertwined as laws condensed.
In the brief span of a breath, a figure identical to him appeared out of thin air before him.
The same height and the same features.
Even the indifference in its eyes had been imitated to perfection.
The only difference was that the figure's eyes were hollow, devoid of