As if parting a veil of mist, the scene before Ji Yuan gradually became real, and the towering Martial God Tower appeared before him once more.
He subconsciously looked up.
As before, he could see only three floors. The parts above were obscured by fog.
—No, that voice just now?
Ji Yuan pricked up his ears to listen, only to find that he could no longer catch it no matter what he did.
He remembered hearing that voice once before, but back then, he had heard it when he was leaving.
This time, he had heard it when entering.
So was it only possible to hear that voice when entering or leaving the Martial God Tower?
Ji Yuan did not know. He withdrew his gaze and looked instead at the stone stele beside the Martial God Tower.
Words were carved upon it.
[1, Ji Yuan: Second Floor]
"Only my name is still here. That means no one else has entered. Otherwise, as long as someone came in and challenged the Martial God Tower, they could leave their name on this stele—the truest kind of record."
Seeing this, Ji Yuan relaxed slightly before climbing the stone steps and entering the Martial God Tower.
He had already warmed up in the Martial Practice Arena.
So this time, Ji Yuan did not choose to waste time on the first floor.
Instead, he went straight to the second floor of the Martial God Tower, the place where Body Refiners of the Sinew Tempering Realm trained.
The instant he stepped inside, the Martial God Tower's artifact spirit rang out mockingly by his ear.
"Oh? You brat are still alive? You haven't come in for so long, I thought you'd died in some forgotten corner."
Ji Yuan had long since become immune to such mockery.
Thus,