At last, on the fifteenth floor, the table displayed a prompt: this was the final level.
This round was even more troublesome—it required guessing a number. Without being able to use divine sense or outside assistance, this sort of game largely depended on one's own luck.
Ye Tian looked at the required amount for this round: a full five million taels of Supreme Stones.
He only had twenty million taels of Supreme Stones left, which meant he could only gamble four more times.
If he could not pass this level, everything Ye Tian had done before would go down the drain. Not only would he fail to obtain the information he wanted, he might very well be unable to leave this place.
Four chances.
Ye Tian had already decided to place all four bets on the position marked 1.
The sound of the heavy storage pouch landing on the table was especially crisp. For some reason, Ye Tian felt a trace of unease.
As the number slowly appeared—
"Again." Ye Tian set down another storage pouch, still on the position marked 1.
Two chances remained.
One chance remained.
Ye Tian stared without blinking at the center of the table.
As a vertical number emerged—1!
"Good, good." Ye Tian returned the five million taels of Supreme Stones to his storage pouch and walked toward the slowly opening door.
Beyond the door floated a soul body in the form of a fat old man. He stroked his beard with a beaming smile, his eyes full of kindness.
With a smile, he said, "Tell me your question."
Ye Tian only felt that the man's words were utterly hypocritical. The only reason he appeared so pleased was that he had wrung quite a bit of profit from Ye Tian.
"I want to know how