Yun Che felt his body reach another breakthrough, and the corners of his mouth curved upward.
Who said advancing through Divine Martial was hard? For him, it was no trouble at all. Even the enormous amount of experience required shot up just as quickly.
"Let's go! The last floor."
Cai Laoyao opened his mouth, but only after a long moment did he shake his head with a bitter smile. He had still underestimated Yun Che's combat power!
When Yun Che and the other three reached the ninth floor, the scenery changed dramatically. Unlike the cold, gloomy atmosphere of the previous eight floors, this place felt like spring in full bloom, refreshing the heart and mind.
A faint floral fragrance filled the air. Soft, carpetlike grass lay beneath their feet, and a few brightly colored butterflies even danced in the distance, a world apart from the sinister terror of the first eight floors.
Cai Laoyao sniffed hard, his face full of confusion. "Why does the ninth floor look like a garden? Could this be some especially powerful illusion?"
You Xiaoli also frowned slightly, gripping her longsword as she surveyed their surroundings warily. She kept feeling that a greater danger lurked behind this overly peaceful scene.
"Whether there's an illusion or not, won't we find out if we go take a look?"
The two followed Yun Che's gaze and saw a white-robed man sitting with his back to them in a pavilion not far away.
His ink-black hair cascaded to his waist, and a faint white glow surrounded him. Though he merely sat there quietly, he exuded an indescribable pressure, as though the power of the entire Ten-Thousand Souls Heart-Prison Tower converged within him.
The white-robed man seemed to be playing a zither, yet not a single note could be heard. It