Jianchen also looked at the dim sun in the sky. At that moment, he could tell that the sun was probably the manifestation of the Artifact Spirit of the Anatta Tower.
As Jianchen looked over, the sun immediately began to change. In the end, it turned into a red-robed boy. The boy seemed very young, but his eyes were filled with the vicissitudes of time. In particular, the shallow slash between his eyebrows was particularly eye-catching.
The boy stared at the twin swords sternly. His eyes were filled with sharp killing intent, but when he looked at Jianchen, he suddenly laughed aloud. He mocked, "He must be the new master of your twin swords. I never thought that the famed twin swords of the Immortals' World would actually accept such a weak person as their master. What a joke."
Qing Suo's expression did not change when he heard the boy's mockery. Ziying said, "Spirit of the Anatta Tower, if it were not for the seal of the Nirvanic Immortal Exalt, we might not have been your opponent in your territory with our weakened state. However, it won't be too difficult for us to kill you now. Yield is your only chance at survival."
"Hmph, you're dreaming if you want me to yield to an ant. Let alone the fact that he's not even a Godhood expert, even if a Grand Prime stood before me, I would never yield, let alone the fact that you're on the side of the Immortals' World," the spirit said coldly.
Killing intent flashed through Jianchen's eyes. He charged into the sky with Ziying's sword, heading straight for the boy. He directly slashed at the boy and said coldly, "If you don't yield, I can only let you die!"
As soon as he swung his sword, it immediately turned into a huge, hundred-meter-long strand of violet sword Qi. It whistled over with shocking might.
"Just you? A mere ant dares to speak to me like that? Even if I'm extremely weak, I'm not someone you can kill. Go cultivate for another few hundred thousand years, "the boy was extremely arrogant. The boy was extremely arrogant. He showed great disdain towards Jian Chen. With a gentle stroke of his finger, the energy on the first floor of the Anatta Tower immediately surged out from all directions as a devastating pressure permeated the surroundings.
However, at this moment, the four swords that Jianchen had seen on the first floor trembled gently. Immediately, a hazy glow appeared, suppressing the power of the Anatta Tower. In the end, the boy was only able to use a tiny sliver of power.
However, even a tiny sliver possessed the might of a Receival expert. It condensed into a thread and shot toward Jianchen.
Jianchen's Ziying's sword stabbed into the thread condensed from the boy's energy. With a boom, the thread collapsed, dispersing in the first floor. The power of the thread was not even as great as the Receival expert from the World of Forsaken Saints, Ku Mu, which was why it was unable to injure Jianchen. Instead, it was unable to stop Jianchen.
After pausing for a moment, Jianchen immediately vanished from where he was as a blur. He charged toward the boy with even greater speed than before.
The boy's face changed, and he immediately retreated. As he retreated, he constantly swung his arms. Under the suppression of the four swords, he gathered the power of the Anatta Tower with great difficulty to condense threads that possessed the power of a Receival expert. All the threads shot toward Jianchen with lightning-like speed as the boy swung his arms.
Jianchen's gaze sharpened as he rapidly approached the boy. The incoming threads were all severed by Jianchen, erupting with violent ripples of energy that dispersed with deafening booms. The boy was unable to stop Jianchen's advance at all.
Seeing how he was unable to do anything to Jianchen, the boy's face immediately twisted. He became extremely vicious and bellowed out, "That damned bastard Nirvanic! He couldn't destroy the Anatta Tower, but he split me into nine and sealed them in the nine floors of the Anatta Tower. Not only am I unable to recover, but I'm also suppressed by the sword Qi that the bastard Nirvanic left in me all those years ago. Otherwise, how could I have been reduced to such a pathetic state where I couldn't even kill an ant?" As he approached the boy, he knew that he could not escape.
The seal on him prevented him from recovering even in his own territory. The longer the battle dragged on, the more disadvantageous it would be for him. He immediately became crazy. Instead of retreating, he charged towards Jianchen with the last of his strength. He bellowed out, "I have a total of nine bodies, and each one is stronger than the last. The first floor is my weakest body, while the ninth floor is my strongest. You can kill my body on the first floor, so show me how you can kill my strongest body. If you don't kill my body on the ninth floor, you'll never be able to obtain the Anatta Tower."
The red-robed boy charged toward Jian Chen fearlessly. He did not try to dodge the Zi Ying Sword that shone with violet light. Instead, he faced it with his chest.
Spurt!
The sword of Ziying passed through the boy's chest. At the same time, the boy threw a punch at Jianchen. The fist and body collided violently, producing a heavy sound.
Jianchen's face changed. He vomited a mouthful of blood and was immediately blown away. The boy's body slowly dispersed as well.
Jianchen only managed to stabilize himself several kilometers away. His face was slightly pale. Even though the Artifact Spirit of the Anatta Tower had been split into nine by the Nirvanic Immortal Exalt and was still sealed, the weakest clone still possessed the strength of an Origin realm expert. Jianchen suffered greatly from the attack of an Origin realm expert. He was heavily injured.
With the disappearance of the boy, the space where he originally stood immediately began to tremble. It gradually turned into a black hole.
Jianchen knew that this was probably the entrance to the second floor when he saw the black hole. However, he was in no hurry to advance. Instead, he sat in the air as extremely dense Radiant Saint Force origin energy surged out. Jianchen's body became enveloped by a layer of gentle, white light, and his wounds healed at an unbelievable rate.
In just a few seconds, Jian Chen's wounds, which would have taken months or even years to heal in the eyes of others, had completely healed.
Only after adjusting himself to his peak condition did Jianchen stand up. He made his way to the black hole to the second floor with determination.
The second floor of the Anatta Tower was also a large world. It was desolate and devoid of life.
After arriving on the second floor, Jianchen broke through the clouds first. He stared at the sun in the sky. It was a true sun that was heavily damaged. It was less than a tenth of its original size.
Jianchen stared at the sun for quite a while. In the end, he confirmed that it was not a manifestation of the Artifact Spirit of the Anatta Tower. Afterward, he looked at the clouds below him and swept through the surroundings. Only after confirming that there were no problems did he leave.
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