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Chapter 590

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Early in the morning, within a restricted area of Xiuxian United University.

There were layers of chains that resembled clouds and mist that sealed off the space within a radius of fifteen kilometers.

In that sealed space, there was an incomparably huge, towering green celestial pagoda.

The immortal pagoda had a total of ninety-nine levels. The bottom level was the most spacious with a radius of one and a half kilometers, which was more than enough to accommodate ten thousand students. As the pagoda rose higher and higher, each level became narrower and narrower until the top level was only about five kilometers in radius.

At this moment, there were already ten thousand students gathered outside the pagoda. All of them were fifth-year students who were about to graduate.

"Stuffed buns! Freshly made stuffed buns ignored by Dabai … "

The sudden peddler was so out of place with the surrounding atmosphere.

An Lin was selling stuffed buns ignored by Dabai in the restricted area!

Due to the fact that the Immortal Spirit Tower had opened earlier than usual, An Lin had no choice but to switch to selling stuffed buns.

No matter when or where, one could never give up on one's source of wealth. This was a fundamental principle that Filthy Rich An adhered to.

An Lin's appearance created quite a stir within the restricted area.

"Huh? Isn't that Classmate An Lin? He's selling stuffed buns here?! "

"He's probably here to participate in the Immortal Spirit Tower. He's already a third-year student, so selling stuffed buns is probably just a passing coincidence."

"I was just worried that I wouldn't be able to eat stuffed buns ignored by Dabai today. Let's go buy some as well!"

Many students swarmed toward An Lin, and soon, all of An Lin's stuffed buns had been sold out.

Some of the students even began to shed tears as they ate the stuffed buns.

An Lin was given a massive fright upon seeing this.

He knew that his stuffed buns were delicious, but wasn't it a little bit of an exaggeration to say that they were so delicious that they made people cry?

Could it be that … they were so disgusting that they were crying?

Right at this moment, his question was answered by the complaints of the students.

"Waah … these stuffed buns are so delicious …"

"Yeah, I won't be able to eat such delicious stuffed buns after graduation."

"Sigh, the stuffed buns ignored by Dabai are a specialty of the Alliance of Cultivation after all …"

"I have to buy some before I leave and store them in my storage ring!"



An Lin understood now. It turned out that the fifth-year seniors were about to graduate, and at a specific location, touching something hurt.

Although they said they couldn't bear to part with Steamed Bun, they probably just couldn't bear to leave this school. They also couldn't bear to part with their classmates, friends, and teachers …

For cultivators, five years was like the blink of an eye.

But could it really be calculated in this way?

An Lin had only spent three years at the university, but he had made many friends and made many precious and happy memories. Everything in the university had been very good, but after leaving the university, everything had changed.

For the seniors, this was a farewell to the verdant and beautiful campus, so they would shed tears of sadness.

With this in mind, An Lin couldn't help but turn his gaze toward Liu Qianhuan. She was also a fifth-year university student who was about to graduate.

Liu Qianhuan had also bought a steamer full of stuffed buns and was currently enjoying them.

Her little mouth wriggled, her fair and tender cheeks puffed up, and her lively purple eyes narrowed in happiness. She didn't seem to be affected by the emotions of her classmates as she continued to gorge on the buns in an adorable and alluring manner.

"Students, the Immortal Spirit Tower is about to be opened, so please gather here."

An elderly man with an extremely vast aura stood in front of the Immortal Spirit Tower with a smile on his face.

His name was Bai Zhong, and he was the guardian of this restricted area. His cultivation base was clearly at the Return to Void Stage.

After the assembly was complete, over ten thousand streams of divine intent shot forth from his hand before landing on each of the students. These were the entry passes for the students to enter the Immortal Spirit Tower, as well as the spell technique that would record the number of levels each student had reached.

"Within the Immortal Spirit Tower, all of your cultivation bases will be restricted to one percent of your original cultivation base, and you won't be able to use weapons, talismans, pills, or any other external objects. You can only use your own powers to battle the divine intents of the mighty figures of the past, "Bai Zhong explained in a slow voice.

His words were like a brand that was branded into the hearts of all the students, making it impossible for them to forget or ignore them.

This was a rule that everyone was aware of, so they didn't pay much heed to it.

Over ten thousand students poured into the first level of the Immortal Spirit Tower. The floor was paved with white jade stones, and it was extremely spacious. There were four huge cauldrons with flames burning in the four corners of the floor.

"Wow, this place is huge," Su Qianyun exclaimed as she surveyed her surroundings with curiosity in her eyes.

Liu Qianhuan explained as if she had been through this before. "The first eighty levels are all cleared in one go, but even if we're standing together, it's still a one-on-one battle. Which means that there will be over ten thousand mighty figures unleashing their divine intents later. "

"That's awesome!" Su Qianyun blinked her dreamy eyes with an adorable expression.

Boom!

At this moment, a burst of mighty power descended from the sky, making all of the students feel as if their bodies had been completely emptied.

"The restrictive power of the Immortal Spirit Tower is beginning to appear." Tang Ximen looked up with battle intent surging from his body.

Aside from all of the rewards available in the Immortal Spirit Tower, the opportunity to battle mighty figures of the past would be immensely beneficial to one's combat prowess as well as their observation of Dao.

All of a sudden, countless projections materialized in the sky.

They were either wielding spears or swords, and all of them pounced toward the students on the ground below.

All of these projections had targets in mind, and each of them corresponded to a student.

"The first twenty levels seem to all be projections of divine intents from Spirit Nurturing Stage cultivators," Tang Ximen observed.

Most of the fifth-year students were at the Dao Body Stage, so even with ninety-nine percent of their power suppressed, it was still extremely difficult for them to face off against the projections of Spirit Nurturing Stage cultivators.

Soon, there were some students who weren't fast enough and were slain by the projections of divine intents.

Some of them had their chests punctured and fell unconscious.

Generally speaking, the projections of divine intents couldn't kill, but they could knock students unconscious.

Almost all of the students from the hundredth class had been wiped out. There were also many casualties among the other classes, and some of them were caught up in fierce battles.

A heroic spirit in the form of a female with long flowing hair and a spear in her hand pounced toward An Lin's heart.

An Lin glanced at the woman, and his hand shot out like a gust of wind. He slapped the woman to the ground, and her body instantly disintegrated into nothingness.

The projections of divine intents required a very long time to recover, and it required a lot of energy as well. This was also why the Immortal Spirit Tower was only opened once a year.

After vanquishing all of the enemies around him, An Lin began to survey his surroundings.

Close to two thousand people had already fallen unconscious, seven thousand had already finished their battles, and there were still one thousand people who were still engaged in fierce battles. For example, Xu Xiaolan and Xuanyuan Cheng, they had all KO 'ed their opponents in a single exchange.

Fifteen minutes later, there were only a few dozen people left.

Another fifteen minutes later, there were only a handful of people left.

What was it like to have thousands of spectators spectating their battle?

One of the female students was flushed with embarrassment, but she was still unable to defeat the projection of divine intents. She was on the brink of tears, and she felt extremely humiliated.

In the end, she lost her composure and was cut down by the projection of divine intents …

The female student finally broke down and fainted with tears of humiliation and indignation.

An Lin buried his face in his hands. What a tragedy …

Another fifteen minutes later, there was still a male student who had yet to finish his battle.

That male student seemed to be very proficient in using vital energy to protect his body. Yellow vital energy materialized into a suit of indestructible armor! The projection of divine intents was unable to break through his defenses.

His offensive prowess was insufficient, and he was unable to kill his opponent. Thus, the two of them were locked in a stalemate.

Thump thump thump … bang bang bang … clatter clatter clatter … puff puff puff …

Time slowly passed by …

"I finally understand why the Immortal Spirit Tower takes so many days to open," An Lin spoke expressionlessly.

"Don't worry, let's just watch the show." Xuanyuan Cheng offered words of consolation.

"I really want to help him." An Lin gritted his teeth.

"That works too, but you'll be eliminated." Liu Qianhuan heaved a forlorn sigh.

Thus, over seven thousand students silently looked on as a male student battled with a projection of divine intents, creating an extremely peculiar scene …

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