The figure disappeared through the portal of light.
Behind him, the murmurs in the plaza erupted the moment he disappeared. "Three strands of Immortal Qi? Skipping two levels directly?"
"The appearance of Immortal Emperor? This tower's judgment system has never made a mistake..."
"No wonder Jin Zhen's clone was defeated by him, and even Ancient Tower made way for him."
"Make way? When has this tower ever made way for anyone?"
The discussions rose and fell like waves.
The third floor is much smaller than the first floor.
However, the concentration of the laws increased more than tenfold.
This place is like a star sealed in amber, every law is so complete it's terrifying, some laws even take on a semi-transparent form, slowly swimming in the air like invisible giant fish.
The tower was completely empty.
The dome is extremely high, with no visible top; only layers of pale golden light fall from above, like filtered moonlight.
The surrounding walls were covered with ancient runes, each one slowly flowing and exuding a deep and ancient aura.
"Such a good thing?"
Lin Fan stood inside the tower, feeling the ancient Daoist aura emanating from it Chaos Gods and Devils Body circulated on its own, and three streams of Immortal Qi trembled gently in his dantian, as if resonating with the tower in some way.
The concentration of the law in the air was at least several times higher than outside the tower.
Even breathing felt like swallowing a magic elixir.
Lin Fan took a deep breath, feeling every pore on his body open up. His Chaos Gods and Devils Body began to circulate and refine on its own, greedily absorbing the surrounding power of laws.
"This place... it's practically tailor-made for cultivation."
No wonder it's said that the Ancient Tower can lead to becoming an emperor and stepping onto the Immortal Dao.
He sat cross-legged, closed his eyes, and began to comprehend the Daoist principles contained within the third level of the Ancient Tower.
The Daoist rhymes and runes continuously surfaced, intertwined, and collided in his sea of consciousness, like a silent interstellar storm.
His consciousness continued to plummet deeper and deeper into this storm, as if it had passed through some invisible barrier and entered a more ancient and profound space-time.
Consciousness exploded.
Lin Fan's vision went black, and when it came back to light, he was no longer on the third floor of the Ancient Tower.
The sky and earth are vast and boundless.
The leaden sky was like a torn piece of cloth, with countless dark cracks hanging above the clouds, each crack seeping out a suffocating Dark Matter, like black blood slowly dripping down.
The earth was shattered, and the mountains and rivers were upside down.
Lin Fan found himself suspended in mid-air, with scorched earth beneath his feet and collapsed mountains in the distance.
Like a glass mirror shattered by a giant hammer, cracks spread from the center outwards, and deep within each crack surged a dense Dark Matter.
The earth was burning, the mountains were collapsing, and the stars, like lamps blown out by the wind, dimmed one after another.
Countless figures clashed and intersected in the sky, each strike carrying a storm of laws powerful enough to tear apart star fields, the aftershocks landing on the earth and leaving bottomless ravines.
Immortals roared in anger, giant beasts howled in sorrow, and stars fell.
Further away, a dark pillar of light shot into the sky, piercing through heaven and earth. At the base of the pillar stood a blurry black figure, as large as a mountain, with countless dark chains wrapped around its body, each chain engraved with ancient forbidden runes.
Dark Immortal King.
Lin Fan's intuition told him that this was the Dark Ruler from the catastrophe of the Immortal Ancient Era.
Opposite the pillar of light, a figure in white stood suspended in mid-air.
Its entire body was enveloped in a dark golden celestial light, its face blurred yet majestic and solemn, like an ancient being that had emerged from the depths of time.
Compared to the Dark Immortal King, that person was as insignificant as a grain of sand, yet the immortal light emanating from his body forcefully created a domain of light, blocking the pouring Dark Matter three zhang away from him.
Then that person made their move.
One punch.
It was a very simple punch, without any fancy supernatural powers or complicated techniques, but when that punch was thrown, Lin Fan saw the entire sky slightly bend under it, as if someone had pressed down on a drumhead with their palm, causing the drumhead to dent.
The chains binding the Dark Immortal King snapped one by one.
The force of the punch pierced through the dark pillar of light, sending the mountain-like figure sliding backward for hundreds of miles, shattering the seven worlds along the way.
Lin Fan's pupils contracted.
He saw the face of the man in white clearly.
Although he was much younger, and although his features lacked the sharp angles he was familiar with, his eyes, his facial features, the way he threw punches... were exactly the same as the portrait he had seen on the first page of the Qing Province family genealogy.
Lin Clan ancestors.
It was another ancestor of the Lin Clan.
This is the second time Lin Fan has seen a powerful member of the Lin Clan appear in the Immortal Ancient War. The first time was in the illusion of the Immortal Ancient Ruins, and this time it is in the Immortal King's memory fragments in the Ancient Tower.
What happened?
Why does the Lin Clan always appear on the battlefields of the Immortal Ancient Era?
What exactly is the background of the Lin Clan?
Before he could figure it out, the white-robed ancestor made another move, a strange light pattern appearing on his body, which was very similar to the pattern of the Chaos Gods and Devils Body, but seemed to be more ancient and more primitive.
The two figures collided, causing a burst of light that shook the entire world.
Lin Fan's pupils contracted slightly.
In that shattered sky, he saw the dark golden figure suddenly tilt its head, as if sensing something, its gaze piercing through endless time and void, landing precisely on him.
The gaze held no hostility, but rather carried an extremely complex meaning.
It's like scrutinizing a younger generation, and also like confirming the course of fate.
Lin Fan suddenly opened his eyes.
His breathing was heavier than usual, and a fine layer of cold sweat on his back was slowly fading, as if he had been soaked in an ice cellar.
Lin Fan tried to see more clearly, but the fragmented memories reached their limit, and the scene began to disintegrate, like a shattered mirror, with countless fragments flying in all directions.
One of the fragments just happened to glide past Lin Fan's eyes. He instinctively reached out to grab it, and the instant his fingertips touched the fragment, a piece of information flooded his mind...
Lin Fan suddenly opened his eyes.
His breathing was heavier than usual, and a fine layer of cold sweat on his back was slowly fading, as if he had been soaked in an ice cellar.