"Demon-Locking Tower—pfft—"
"Pffhaha—"
"Hehehehe—"
At the mention of the Demon-Locking Tower, Jingyan, the young Daoist accompanying Shen Le, immediately laughed until his eyes curved. A glimmer of reminiscence flashed through them. Clearly, he too had gone through all kinds of Demon-Locking Towers again and again in different versions of games, dying and coming back to life countless times...
"Now that you mention it—now that you really mention it." He laughed as he staggered his way down, slipping now and then before barely steadying himself again. "Back then, I suspected this might have come from the Demon-Locking Tower too—and honestly, I really did sense demonic aura from this porcelain tower back then. Later, it got cut off, and then it was gone!"
Shen Le watched him come down in nervous suspense, ready to summon a wind vortex to give him a hand at any moment. Only after he reached level ground did Shen Le finally breathe a sigh of relief. Turning sideways, he beckoned him over. "You mean this porcelain tower? How tall was it back then? How many levels did it have? After it was chopped apart, was it all piled up here?"
"Probably... a little taller than me." Jingyan tried hard to recall, raising his hand to gesture. "Roughly, if I stood straight and stretched my hand as high as I could, I could touch the highest eaves—but not the bead at the very top. There were... six levels? Or seven? Or nine?"
He searched his memories uncertainly. Shen Le had already crouched down to examine the porcelain tower.
The exposed portion showed that each level was about thirty centimeters tall. If it had seven levels, it would be 210 centimeters high; adding the base, it could reach roughly 220 to 230 centimeters. Based on Jingyan's height, that was