Qing Chen stood rooted to the spot, his mind like a sea tossed upside down, tangled into knots by the sudden influx of information.
His gaze remained riveted on the battered meditation cushion blazing with light within his Sea of Qi, as though he meant to see through every secret inside it.
Challenge the ninth floor? Wouldn't that be sending myself straight through the gates of hell?
He groaned inwardly, his brows drawn into deep furrows, his face full of conflict and struggle.
Just where did this damned cushion come from? Why does it insist on driving me into that ninth floor, where nine out of ten die, at this very moment when everything hangs by a thread?
Could some earth-shattering opportunity be hidden there? But if a Golden Core cultivator really is guarding the ninth floor, I'm afraid I'd never return if I rushed in!
His gaze roamed back and forth between the surrounding Martial Arts Stage, the enormous stone stele, and the gradually fading traces of battle.
He tried to find even the slightest clue in these familiar surroundings that could help him make up his mind.
His thoughts drifted involuntarily back to the moment he entered Northern Mang Mountain to seize the meditation cushion. All the wonders the cushion had displayed since then were truly unfathomable.
I received the golden light's gift ahead of time on the sixth layer, and my strength increased enormously. Could this cushion have been behind it?
Thinking it over carefully, there really is no other possibility. And it even concealed a layer of heaven's secrets for me. In that case, even the Divine Abilities of this Nine-Story Tower fall short of this cushion's.
Enough! Life and death are ordained; wealth and honor lie with heaven! I'll stake it all!
*Perhaps this truly