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    Every time the Void Heaven Cauldron trembled, it meant that something had appeared that piqued its interest.

    The golden light leaking from the tiger demon’s corpse was clearly one of those things.

    The cauldron began absorbing the golden light greedily, as if seizing it for itself. To an outside observer, however, it looked like Chen Fei’s own body was drawing in the light.

    At first, the Spirit Tower did not react. But as most of the golden light was absorbed, the entire structure began to tremble.

    “It’s alive?” Chen Fei muttered in surprise.

    The tiger demon’s body dissipated at an incredibly fast rate—within moments, the massive beast had vanished before his eyes.

    A loud rumble echoed through the space as a faint light appeared near the staircase.

    As expected, the path to the next level wouldn’t open until the guardian beast was slain.

    Without hesitation, Chen Fei ascended the stairs and arrived on the second floor.

    This floor was markedly different from the first—it didn’t feel like part of a tower at all, but more like a miniature secret realm.

    His feet touched down on soft grass. Chen Fei raised an eyebrow at the realistic sensation.

    “A secret realm?” he muttered, scanning his surroundings. He didn’t notice anything unusual.

    Although his Spiritual Sight had been suppressed since entering the Spirit Tower, he could still sense the general environment. Even without direct feedback, his intuition told him something was off.

    The grassy field extended ahead, ending at a clear blue pool.

    It was obvious—if he wanted to proceed, he would have to defeat the beast dwelling in that water.

    Just as Chen Fei expected, as he neared the edge of the pool, the surface began to churn violently. A moment later, a flood dragon burst from the water!

    A true flood dragon, and one that had taken humanoid form—at minimum, this was a Peak Yuan Realm demon king!

    Chen Fei didn’t dare be careless. A flood dragon with two horns on its head meant its power had undergone a qualitative transformation.

    Thankfully, his spiritual energy wasn’t sealed this time.

    With practiced ease, Chen Fei formed a hand seal—Yin-Yang Five Element Seal—and pressed it onto his Boundless Great Sword.

    He had executed this technique countless times, and the sequence of movements flowed smoothly. As the flood dragon surged from the water, Chen Fei’s sword, wreathed in flames, was already upon it.

    “Roar!” the flood dragon let out a furious cry and twisted its body, forming a shield of water to enclose itself.

    “Void Severance, Break!” Chen Fei shouted.

    Recalling his past battles with flood dragons, he unleashed a killing blow without hesitation.

    The dragon tried to flee, but the Boundless Great Sword sliced through the water shield like paper and cleaved the beast cleanly in two.

    With the power of the Yin-Yang Five Element Seal, Chen Fei’s attack was no less potent than that of a Mystical Realm cultivator.

    A look of confusion filled the flood dragon’s eyes—as if it couldn’t comprehend why it had been killed just moments after emerging.

    Once again, the Void Heaven Cauldron trembled.

    But this time, the Spirit Tower reacted quickly. The tower rumbled, stairs to the next floor appeared, and the golden light seeping from the flood dragon’s corpse was absorbed into the space around them.

    However, the Spirit Tower had clearly underestimated the cauldron’s capabilities.

    The cauldron gave a low hum, and an immense suction force erupted from Chen Fei’s dantian, draining his spiritual energy within moments!

    This had never happened before and took Chen Fei by surprise.

    But when he saw mysterious runes glowing on the surface of the cauldron—making it appear more majestic and ancient—he quickly composed himself.

    Thankfully, he had acted decisively and cleared the trial swiftly.

    Still, the Spirit Tower was learning. It would likely not give the Void Heaven Cauldron any more free meals so easily.

    Rather than rushing to the third floor, Chen Fei sat down to restore his depleted spiritual energy with medicinal pills. Relative to the vast reserves he once had, these pills were barely a drop in the ocean—but still better than nothing.

    An hour passed before he rose to his feet and moved on.

    As he stepped into the third floor, a blinding light struck his eyes.

    Instinctively raising his arm to block it, Chen Fei took a moment to adjust and then fully absorbed the scene before him.

    To his surprise, there was no guardian beast—only a fountain gushing with spiritual liquid.

    Chen Fei’s eyes widened.

    Even though supreme-grade spirit stones had long become consumables to him, this was the first time he’d ever seen spiritual liquid formed into a fountain!

    “This is amazing!” Chen Fei’s eyes lit up.

    Thanks to the Void Heaven Cauldron’s earlier feast, even with medicinal pills, he hadn’t fully recovered his spiritual energy.

    But spiritual liquid? That was something else entirely.

    Just one drop of spiritual liquid could be exchanged for ten contribution points at the Heavenly Firmament Holy Land—and here was an entire vat of the stuff!

    Now he finally understood why cultivators willingly risked their lives in forbidden lands—the rewards could defy fate itself.

    Still, Chen Fei kept his composure.

    After confirming that no hidden dangers lurked nearby, even after standing in front of the fountain, he made his move.

    “Since it’s here, I won’t be polite.” He raised his hand toward the fountain.

    To be safe, he didn’t absorb the spiritual liquid directly but stored it inside the Void Heaven Cauldron.

    The cauldron’s conversion was 100% efficient. While spiritual liquid wasn’t as enticing to it as golden light or beast cores, it still absorbed the energy with no issue.

    Soon, the spiritual liquid transformed into a torrent of spiritual energy, refilling Chen Fei’s dantian.

    That was when he truly grew suspicious.

    Compared to the combat trials on the earlier floors, this level felt like a pure reward. And anything so out of place made Chen Fei cautious.

    Once the fountain ran dry, the familiar rumble returned.

    The path to the fourth floor opened.

    The Spirit Tower was becoming increasingly strange, but Chen Fei had no choice but to press on.

    As he stepped into the fourth level, his pupils shrank in shock.

    Unlike the previous floors, this one was deeply unsettling.

    His gaze sharpened as he looked at the people standing frozen before him—bodies rigid, eyes filled with terror.

    It was as if they were suspended in gelatin, alive in body but hollow in spirit.

    Among them, he even recognized some familiar faces.

    Chu Zhihe, for example—his bootlicking, opportunistic expression now frozen in horror.

    “Hehehe… After waiting so long, finally someone else has made it here.”

    A chilling laugh echoed through the air.

    A hunched figure in a cloak slowly emerged from the shadows.

    When their eyes met, Chen Fei felt as if a ravenous wolf had locked onto him.

    Beneath the cloak was the face of an old man, wizened and gnarled.

    “What a fine body… Hmm? That little thing inside you is rather interesting,” the old man chuckled darkly, his gaze piercing.

    Then, he slowly raised a withered hand and gestured toward Chen Fei.

    “Young one… if you can pass the final trial, I can offer you a great fortune.”

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