The Great Dao Hundred-Refinements Tower!
The ninety-ninth floor!
Hum!
Lu Ren flashed into an Ancient Battlefield.
The sky was dark, and the air reeked of ancient, brutal slaughter.
Broken weapons lay scattered across the ground.
Terrifying Battle Intent lingered everywhere, undispersed after countless ages.
Rumble!
The surrounding void began to shake violently.
Battle Souls took shape one after another, crowding the battlefield—a thousand in all!
Each radiated the terrifying aura of the Late-Heaven-Questioning Stage.
Lu Ren stood alone at the center of the battlefield.
One man against a thousand Late-Heaven-Questioning Stage Battle Souls.
Anyone else would have despaired.
Lu Ren surveyed the dense ranks of Battle Souls, his expression turning grave.
He knew what kind of challenge awaited him. Still, he had taken this step.
He would seek a breakthrough in the jaws of desperation.
Yet, to his surprise, the thousand Battle Souls did not attack at once.
Instead, the Battle Soul at their head drifted forward.
He wore a tattered Daoist robe and held an ancient longsword. Powerful waves of the Dao surrounded him.
He stared at Lu Ren, a trace of astonishment in his eyes. "I never thought a disciple at the Return-to-True Stage could make it here!"
"Who are you?"
Lu Ren asked.
"I was once a Daoist of the Great Dao Sect!"
The Battle Soul spoke calmly. "I fell here while challenging the ninety-ninth floor. My soul was sealed within it!"
"Your soul was sealed?"
Lu Ren paused, then fixed his gaze on the Battle Soul. "So you didn't truly die? Only your soul was sealed here?"
"That's right!"
The Battle Soul nodded. "I've been sealed here for tens of thousands of years. At last, another challenger has dared to enter the ninety-ninth floor!"
"What do you mean?"
Lu Ren asked in alarm.
"If you fail