The Black Tower was exceedingly sinister. Its law of exchange favored sacrifices of life above all else; what one gained after such a sacrifice could even outweigh life itself. Other than life, the Black Tower accepted any treasure without complaint, but what it gave in return was not equivalent to the treasure's value.
Wang Lian was decisive. If he did not act, that was one thing—but once he acted, he cast away his entire fortune. More than ten treasures of Grand Sovereign grade, along with countless heavenly materials and rare treasures—any one of them was beyond numerical valuation. Even the wealth of a Grand Sovereign who had once ruled Ancient Cosmos amounted to no more than this.
Yet he discarded them the moment he said he would, without the slightest hesitation.
He saw the matter clearly: treasures could be found again once lost, but if one's life was gone, then everything was gone.
Even a three-year-old child understood that principle, yet amid a crisis, few truly possessed such resolve.
Ninety-nine percent of people would always cling to a trace of luck, thinking they could keep something back.
Wang Lian was different. He believed that great sacrifice brought great gain, and there was no gain in this world worth more than one's own life.
Boom!
That miraculous power surged from the Black Tower and fused with him, causing all manner of changes in both his cultivation body and Primordial Spirit. Every thought, every cell, seemed as though it were about to split earth and open heaven within, evolving realms of space and dimensions.
This was not a method of this era, but a path from before the Dark Age—one long buried by the years, now revealed through his regardless-of-cost sacrifice.
Yet along with this change, Wang Lian also felt a profound