A series of sudden thunderous shouts erupted like an overwhelming storm, crashing down upon Darian Kaelthorn from every direction. It was as though a hundred thousand Azure Summits had descended upon him at once. Blood vessels instantly spread across his eyes, and his face turned deathly pale.It was as if heavenly thunder from the Ninth Firmament had exploded beside his ears. His hearing vanished in an instant.An infinite, terrifying radiance engulfed his vision, and his sight disappeared just as suddenly.Inside his head, it felt as though the boiling magma of an erupting volcano had been poured directly into his mind, burning him with unbearable agony, as if he had fallen into a blazing inferno. He wanted to scream, but discovered he could not utter a single word. All he could produce were muffled whimpers.It felt as though a red-hot branding iron had been shoved into his nostrils. A powerful stench of scorched flesh filled the air for an instant, and then... he could smell nothi

"There are three Fleshly Furnaces here: the Bronze Furnace, the Silver Furnace, and the Gold Furnace. Each Fleshly Furnace differs in intensity. The Bronze Furnace is the weakest, while the Gold Furnace is the strongest.""The challenger must remain inside the Bronze Furnace for one hour, inside the Silver Furnace for half an hour, and inside the Gold Furnace for one quarter of an hour. If one fails to remain inside the Bronze Furnace for a full hour, the trial is considered a failure, and the challenger will be expelled from the tower."As the cold, lifeless voice faded away, Darian Kaelthorn immediately understood."So the Fourth Floor tested the soul and the will, while the Fifth Floor has become a trial of the physical body... Hehe, this actually interests me quite a bit!"A gleam flashed in his eyes, revealing his eagerness to give it a try.If an ordinary cultivator had reached this floor, they would undoubtedly be troubled.Their Mystic Power cultivation might be powerful, but

The blood within the Gold Furnace was actually pitch-black in color!Black as ink!It was even slightly viscous, causing anyone who looked at it to instinctively feel a sense of terror and dread.Yet even more strangely, after overcoming that feeling of fear and focusing on it once again, one would discover that the sensation given off by the black blood underwent a complete transformation.It no longer felt terrifying.Instead, it became incomparably intense, radiating the ultimate Yang and supreme strength.But this was definitely not human blood.Nor was it the blood of a demonic beast."This is a kind of demonic blood, originating from one of the Hundred Hells beneath the Nine Netherworlds. Judging from its nature and appearance, to be precise, it should be the blood of the Asura Clan, the supreme race that rules over Asura Hell."Asura Blood!Sora's explanation immediately shook Darian Kaelthorn to the core.He knew something about Asura Hell.It was undoubtedly one of the twenty

Whoosh!The Asura's figure vanished once again, only to reappear an instant later.The moment he reappeared for the second time, he brought down another heavy step!Boom!The void trembled violently.Beneath the foot the Asura stamped down, an enormous purple vortex appeared, within which surged endless terrifying power!Roar!At that moment, the three-headed, six-armed figure suddenly let out a heaven-shaking roar.Yet in Darian Kaelthorn's ears, that roar strangely carried a trace of panic and despair!Its six arms swung frantically as its thousand-pace-tall body erupted with countless terrifying pillars of magma, all blasting toward the Asura in an attempt to annihilate him in a single strike!But immediately afterward, a portion of the three-headed, six-armed figure suddenly caved inward!A wound over a hundred paces wide appeared, exposing crimson flesh within.It had been caused by the Asura's second step!Whoosh!After taking the second step, the Asura's purple-black hair billow

"Back in that era of the Sacred Path of the Ancients, only those whose aptitude reached the Upper Third Rank could be considered outstanding geniuses and qualify to stand out from the crowd. Yet geniuses of that level, by today's standards, would already be regarded as peerless prodigies born only once every thousand years.""And to pass the sixth floor, one must make the candle flame reach thirty paces, achieving Upper First Rank aptitude. How incredibly difficult is that?""The Upper Third Rank already represents a once-in-a-thousand-years supreme genius. Furthermore, once one's aptitude reaches the upper grades, the gap between each rank is as vast as the difference between heaven and earth.""The Upper Second Rank represents a heavenly prodigy born once every three thousand years.""The Upper First Rank represents an unparalleled prodigy born only once every eight thousand years.""A peerless genius who appears once every eight thousand years—even in today's world—can only be foun