By the eighth floor, hardly anyone was around.
The others were not that fast yet.
-Only Shen Ye, relying on the power of that emblem, had made his way up unimpeded.
The ninth floor.
A thick, pure white carpet covered the floor.
Strings of transparent beads, shimmering with light, hung from the ceiling, forming waterfall-like curtains throughout the room, layer upon layer, shrouding the entire space.
Faint light formed small words:
"In the ninth-floor trial, you must find the correct path amid countless illusions." "Because of the credential you carry, you have been confirmed exempt from this trial." "You may continue upstairs."
Continue upstairs?
Shen Ye gazed through the layers of curtains toward the stairs at the other end of the room.
That really was a temptation.
He could use this emblem to go straight to the twenty-first floor, then take it off and become the final victor in one fell swoop.
-It seemed as though it could work, yet also as though it could not.
Should I gamble?
Pah.
Gambling and drugs are my sworn enemies.
Besides.
Don't treat those big shots like idiots.
Shen Ye withdrew his gaze and began carefully inspecting every part of the ninth-floor room instead.
The Terminus Lord of All Eras had said that woman was "in danger," trapped on the ninth floor of the enormous ship.
There was no telling how much of that was true and how much was false.
But he did indeed need Shen Ye to rescue that woman.
As Shen Ye surveyed his surroundings, a bewildered look gradually appeared on his face.
This floor.
There was not so much as a ghost in sight.
Where was he supposed to find that woman?
Right.
This floor's challenge is to "find the correct path amid countless illusions."
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