This suffocating feeling was incredibly intense.
It was as though an invisible primordial Divine Mountain had slammed down upon their souls.
"What exactly is this? Its aura alone is already this terrifying."
"What exactly is hidden on the twelfth floor...?"
They stared at the tall figure standing at the entrance to the darkness, their gazes becoming incredibly complicated.
There was awe, worship, fear, and even a trace of pity.
To break through the eleventh floor, which no one had surpassed in a million years, was already the stuff of legend.
Yet the twelfth floor did not feel like a challenge at all.
It felt like a dead end—a forbidden land of ultimate taboos where death was certain and survival impossible.
Yet Yang Lingtian did not hesitate in the slightest.
His gaze remained as calm as an ancient well, without the slightest ripple.
Yang Lingtian did not waver. He raised his foot and took one step forward.
His figure was instantly swallowed by the endless darkness.
The moment he stepped inside, the magnificent stone gate closed slowly once more with a thunderous boom.
Everything was sealed off inside the tower.
A deathly silence descended over the square.
Everyone's eyes were fixed on the twelfth level of the tower.
It was pitch-black, unchanged since time immemorial.
Inside the tower.
The twelfth floor.
There was no heaven or earth here, no sun or moon, and no stars.
There was not even any concept of space or time.
This was a pure, chaotic void.
Yang Lingtian floated quietly within this void, his brows lifting slightly.
He could sense that this space was filled with a supreme, primordial force of law.
It was ancient, vast, and boundless, stirring the soul.
At that moment, the void ahead began to twist.
Four rays of light appeared from