Tower of Audience

In this city built around the temple, amidst countless luxurious buildings standing chaotically, it remains so conspicuous.

The ancient and weathered tower bears a strong imperial style, vast and imposing, like five fingers, the five towers surround the temple, pointing straight to the sky.

As expected, the security is tight.

Likewise, it should be as dilapidated and broken.

Since the destruction of the Eternal Empire, over five hundred years have passed without anyone paying homage or worshipping, and now under the shadow of the tower, only the remnants of the past remain.

Covered in Dust.

When the last group of people who encountered Ji Jue stumbled and staggered their way to the tower, they had already lost three more members, with several pawns used for pathfinding also gone.

Wounded all over, severely injured.

Entering a cyclic corridor from which escape is difficult, finally, under the illumination of the ancient Empire Mirror, a crack opened; the ruins filled with human-faced jellyfish were passed without danger thanks to the hypnosis of the Curse Music Box; the streets where countless shadows converged were carefully crossed under the protection of symbolic charm; the magnificent and eerie gallery was steadily solved through the sacrifice of pawns…

In the vast city, seemingly empty, in reality, it is fraught with peril, who knows what mysterious entities one might encounter by taking a wrong step.

Yet at this moment, everyone had a shred of relief in their hearts—it seemed the strange things they encountered at first hadn't appeared again.

Well, because Ji Jue had already mixed in among them.

And had brought them a little surprise…

After instructing the Coin Machine to carry all the gains to wait for him outside the station, he quietly followed up.

Even went the extra mile to get ahead, opened a shortcut to the corridor for them, closed the door, led the way to the ruins where the human-faced jellyfish gathered, and finally rallied some monsters.

As everyone cautiously traversed the corridors, prostrating every three steps, devoutly worshiping the emperor's statue, Ji Jue, hidden behind the frame, targeted the last lone ether.

To be precise, it was a filthy sufferer, but it didn't matter.

Regardless of ether or filth, once inside the temple, they were almost like blind men. Unable to look around or listen randomly, half crippled before doing anything.

Moreover, just now, Ji Jue had cut off two ears…

Ji Jue is kind-hearted, couldn't bear to see people suffer, so decisively ended his woefully unlucky journey—for if he stayed, idly looking at his teammates carelessly, what if he spotted Ji Jue himself, wouldn't his cover be blown?

"It's you."

From behind the frame, Ji Jue pointed his finger, selecting the last bound filth, and reached out without hesitation.

The premonition of blessing triggered a moment before, but unfortunately… ever since entering this temple, the alerts hadn't stopped!

And so, just as the filth thought he had moved too slow, panic-stricken wanting to bow, a hand suddenly protruded from the emperor's laughing mouth on the canvas.

Pressed onto his forehead.

What the hell?!

He froze in place: Did he look so ugly that he disgusted the emperor?!

"Congratulations, brother!"

In an instant of stupor, a jubilant voice rang from his soul, accompanied by a furious and surging spiritual impact: "The emperor himself appreciates your sincerity, come to the Empire to enjoy the blessings!"

In a flash, spiritualized sword.

The ethereal spiritual impact, endowed with devastating destructive power, pierced through flesh, skull, and brain from the outside in.

Cun Jun's Spirit manifested, overlapping with Ji Jue's actions, under dual operations, double output, double explosion, intertwining the essence of Superior and Great Evil, bursting from within the soul!

Thus, in a moment, pierced thousands of times!

Under the cover and disguise of the form, the soul already vanished like a bubble, matrix collapsed, merged into the Mechanical Descent, the spiritual couldn't even disperse, immediately crystallized under the operation of Ji Jue and the Shadow of the Soul.

The hollow shell of a body didn't have time to fall, was pulled into the frame by Ji Jue, who then swiftly flipped out, landed on the ground.

In the glancing sidelong looks from others, bowed devoutly to the frame in front.

Everything seemed normal.

As if nothing happened.

In less than the snap of a finger, Ji Jue's hands and the spiritual hand of the Shadow of the Soul worked together, completing the removal of the facial flesh, creating and wearing a human skin mask while in mid-air, adjusted his body, raised one centimeter, during this entire process, donned his outfit after removing the other's.

Finally, upon leaving the frame, he swept back with his hand, seamlessly sewing back the silently torn canvas.

And everything was over.

Under the double acceleration of the soul and shadow, the efficiency of Heavenly Skill was just that absurd.

Thus, limping alongside the group, as they exited the gallery, he followed in a long sigh and cheer, gazed at the Tower of Audience that was now so close, and, with everyone, had tears of excitement welling up.

"Everyone, don't worry, the master will never fail everyone!"

With the expression twitching, Wuyou's trusted aide restrained the agony of losing both hands, and reassured once more: "As long as the grand plan succeeds, what everyone has lost will definitely be repaid a hundredfold, a thousandfold!"

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