Entering the Tower

When Lu Ye arrived before the Hundred Formation Pagoda, the Spell Cultivator surnamed Yu, whom he had wounded earlier, was trapped amid layer upon layer of Formations.

A huge, vicious wound gaped across his chest and abdomen. Flesh had curled outward, and blood flowed without end.

Such injuries were grave for a Tier Six Spell Cultivator, but not yet enough to drive him to despair.

Though he was merely a Spell Cultivator, having reached this level of cultivation meant that while his physique could not compare to those of Weapon Cultivators or Body Cultivators, it was still far stronger than that of ordinary mortals.

As long as he treated his wounds properly and recuperated, he would eventually recover.

What truly drove him to despair was his present predicament.

Lu Ye's slash had previously carved out a safe passage for him, and he had fallen into the Formations. Fearing that Lu Ye might pursue him, he had immediately fled headlong the moment he landed. Yet that flight had thoroughly cost him his sense of direction.

Though he was certain he was not far from the safe passage, he had no way to tell which direction it lay in.

Throughout the ages, countless Formation Cultivators had left behind all manner of Formations here. With the mysteries of the Hundred Formation Pagoda shrouding the area, the Formations within this range seemed to have undergone strange, unknown changes.

Without sufficiently profound attainments, anyone who fell into such a place could forget about leaving alive.

A withered skeleton lay nearby. No one knew how long it had been dead; even its bones had become loose and brittle, crumbling at a touch. Looking at that skeleton, the Spell Cultivator surnamed Yu seemed to see his own future fate.

Moreover, a tremendous danger faintly enveloped his surroundings.