Chapter 61: A New JourneyAs Han Yichen gradually stirred from his prolonged slumber, the veil of unconsciousness was delicately lifted, revealing a world of muted hues and ethereal morning light. The soft rays of the sun spilled through the parted curtains, casting a warm glow upon the chamber where he lay. The air carried a subtle fragrance, a mingling of sandalwood and jasmine, which lent an aura of tranquility to the space.Before him, the scene unfolded like a masterfully painted canvas, with Li Changsheng occupying the foreground. A figure of serene grace, he sat perched upon a cushioned seat, the delicate porcelain teacup cradled in his slender fingers. Each measured sip was an orchestrated ritual, the steam curling upward in elegant tendrils, as if dancing to an otherworldly symphony. The fragrance of the tea permeated the room, infusing the atmosphere with a soothing presence.A contented smile graced Li Changsheng's countenance, its gentle curve a testament to the pleasure d

Chapter 63: Elixir [2] As the elixir touched Han Yichen's lips, time seemed to slow to a crawl, as if the very fabric of reality paused in awe of the transformation about to unfold. With each swallow, the elixir coursed through his veins, infusing his being with a symphony of sensations that defied description. A surge of raw power surged from the depths of Han Yichen's core, radiating through every fiber of his being like an electric current. The elixir's energy wove through his muscles, coiling and expanding, sculpting him into a paragon of strength and grace. His physique transformed, every contour defined with chiseled precision, epitomizing the pinnacle of physical prowess. A shimmering aura enveloped Han Yichen, a luminous manifestation of the elixir's influence. It crackled with an otherworldly radiance, casting ethereal shadows upon the battlefield. The air around him seemed charged, the very atoms vibrating with the potency of his newfound power. His presence became an irr

Chapter 65: Elixir [4]Perched atop the boulder, Han Yichen's mind swirled with a whirlwind of emotions. His curiosity had been piqued, but the book's abrupt ending left him yearning for more. Despite the tantalizing mystery of Arthur's fate, he couldn't help but appreciate the wisdom he had gleaned from the pages.The insights he had gained from the book were profound, like pieces of a grand puzzle falling into place. The lessons of perseverance, sacrifice, and the pursuit of greatness resonated deeply within him. It was as if the words themselves were imprinted on his very soul, fueling his determination and unlocking a hidden reservoir of strength.As he digested the knowledge he had acquired, a newfound sense of purpose and understanding filled Han Yichen's heart. He now grasped the essence of the move created by Arthur—the awe-inspiring "King of All Killers." It was a technique that surpassed the boundaries of conventional combat, a blend of artistry and lethal precision that mad

Chapter 67: Evolution [1]The first floor of the Tower of Evolution proved to be a test of Han Yichen's prowess, both as a warrior and as a wielder of the red mist. As he stepped into the floor, the presence of the celestial essence within him seemed to ripple through the air, commanding the respect of the beasts lurking in the shadows.The creatures that inhabited the floor were formidable, yet upon sensing the Dungeon Lord's aura, they cowered and fled. Their instinct recognized the overwhelming might that stood before them—a being whose power transcended the realms of the mortal.However, Han Yichen knew that to truly claim the fragment of the Silver Blood, he could not afford to let any opposition remain. The red mist swirled around him, and his crimson eyes gleamed with an intensity that sent shivers down the spines of those who dared cross his path.With a swift and fluid motion, Han Yichen unsheathed his sword, the blade infused with the enigmatic power of the red mist. He move

Chapter 69: Evolution [3]But through it all, he held firm, drawing upon the power of the Dungeon Lord and the red mist to anchor himself in reality. His crimson eyes were a beacon of unwavering focus, and with each triumph, he grew more resolute in his purpose.Finally, he faced the ultimate illusion—a reflection of himself. It was a mirror image that embodied his darkest doubts and deepest fears. The battle that ensued was not just a clash of swords but a confrontation of the very essence of his being.In a mesmerizing display of self-awareness, Han Yichen stared into the eyes of the illusion, acknowledging the truths it held and the doubts it sought to exploit. With a determination that echoed through his very soul, he shattered the illusion, releasing its hold on him.The victory on Floor Four was not just a test of strength but a testament to Han Yichen's mastery of his own mind and emotions. The red mist around him pulsed with an ethereal brilliance, as if resonating with the pr