Heaven-Piercing Tower, fifth floor.
He had defeated the nearly perfect Shadow of the True Self on the fourth floor.
Li Wen's steps did not pause in the slightest as he took one step into the fifth-floor space.
The fifth floor of the Heaven-Piercing Tower likewise contained only a single segment.
The scene before him abruptly changed.
No longer was it a tangible battlefield or enemy, but a vast and boundless cosmos.
There were no stars, no source of light.
There was only eternal darkness and coldness, along with an immense pressure that arose from the depths of the soul.
"A test of mental will?" Li Wen instantly understood.
This fifth floor had cast aside physical combat and energy clashes, striking directly at the cultivator's most fundamental Primordial Spirit and will.
The thought had barely arisen when an indescribable mental storm swept toward him without a sound.
This storm was not an energy impact, but countless chaotic fragments of thought brimming with negative emotions.
Howls of despair, greedy roars, mad ravings, bone-devouring jealousy—
Like hundreds of millions of invisible needles, they viciously stabbed at the barrier of Li Wen's Sea of Consciousness.
They sought to tear apart his Primordial Spirit, corrupt his mind, and drag him into an eternal abyss of madness.
Such an impact was enough to make many weak-willed Venerables suffer an instant collapse of their Primordial Spirits and become walking corpses.
Even a genius like Kains Radiance had only managed to struggle bitterly on the fifth floor for several minutes before being eliminated.
Yet for Li Wen—
Boom! At the instant that mental storm, enough to annihilate an ordinary Early Saint Realm cultivator, touched his Sea of Consciousness—
An even more majestic, even more condensed Primordial Spirit Power abruptly awakened!
The pressure it naturally radiated silently crushed that