The second floor of the Sky-reaching Tower did not seem to be much different from the first floor. It was still dark and bleak, and he could still see the corpses of giants and behemoths. However, Chen Zong also keenly discovered that the aura of the corpses on the second floor was stronger than that of the first floor.
Similarly, the corpses of giants and behemoths on the second floor seemed to be older.
On this floor, Chen Zong did not encounter any living creatures. He found another spiral staircase, a spiral staircase that kept going up.
Without any hesitation, Chen Zong continued to climb the staircase. He also walked into the darkness and climbed until his physical strength was almost exhausted. Only then did he reach the next floor, which could be considered as the third floor for the time being.
Then, it was the fourth floor, and then the fifth floor.
Chen Zong found that although he could not feel his cultivation in the Sky-reaching Tower, he seemed to have lost his powerful strength and his physical strength became limited. However, he did not feel thirsty or hungry. Otherwise, he might die of thirst or starvation here.
He found spiral staircase after spiral staircase and kept climbing, one floor after another.
It seemed that there was no end to it.
"How many floors does this Sky-reaching Tower have?" When Chen Zong climbed to the sixth floor, he was panting and seemed to be paralyzed with exhaustion. He could only stop to rest and recover his strength while thinking.
"Could it be that the so-called God Ascension is to reach the top?" Chen Zong suddenly had such a thought.
Ascending to the top could lead to God Ascension!
This was somewhat possible. After all, the Sky-reaching Tower was so attractive that it attracted countless experts like moths to a flame. There must be a great mystery behind it.
However, Chen Zong had climbed to the sixth floor, but he had not encountered anything. If ascending to the top could lead to God Ascension, would it be easier?
Even if the Sky-reaching Tower had 100, 1000, or even 10,000 floors, as long as there was no danger, it would only take some time to climb.
Compared to God Ascension, spending hundreds or thousands of years was nothing.
A practitioner had to go through a lot of hardships, setbacks, and dangers in order to cultivate from a mortal to a Sage. How many people had fallen on the way? How many people had failed to reach the Sage level when they reached the peak? Who would not want to become a God just by climbing without any danger?
This was undoubtedly the smallest price to pay.
Becoming a God just by walking!
There was no doubt that this was the case, but was it possible?
In any case, Chen Zong would not believe it. The Sword Sharpening Mountain Lord had paid an enormous price. That was a scheme that involved Sword Sharpening Mountain as the price. Furthermore, it was a scheme that spanned over a million years. When the scheme reached Chen Zong's head, after many twists and turns, it still failed in the end.
No, there might be a follow-up, but at least for now, it had nothing to do with him. At the very least, he had encountered a huge setback. Even if he wanted to continue, it would not be so easy.
Many of the giants and giant beasts that he had seen before had rushed into the Heavenly Tower to ascend to godhood.
But did they become Gods in the end?
It did not seem so. All Chen Zong saw were corpses. So far, there were thousands of corpses lying on every floor of the Sky-reaching Tower.
It could be seen how difficult the road to God Ascension was. Was it possible to just climb to the top?
Perhaps the Sky-reaching Tower did not have a top.
All in all, Chen Zong did not know. Anyway, he just kept searching. He saw some words on every floor, but unfortunately, he could not understand most of them. The few that he could understand did not contain much information. So, until now, Chen Zong's understanding of the Sky-reaching Tower was still relatively shallow. In addition, his thinking ability was limited, so it was difficult for him to speculate much at once.
He kept searching and climbing.
"It should be the ninth floor." Chen Zong panted heavily and saw stars. Although he could go without food and drink, the feeling of physical exhaustion was still very strong.
Exhaustion swept over him like a tide. Chen Zong had to withdraw his previous thoughts. If there were thousands of floors in the Sky-reaching Tower, it would not be easy to reach the top.
After mocking himself, Chen Zong seized the time to recover his strength. He kept his breathing rhythm and his physical strength recovered quickly.
Climbing one floor after another, Chen Zong clearly remembered how many times he had climbed the spiral staircase.
"The 89th floor!" Chen Zong was still panting heavily. He only felt that his whole body was weak and his limbs were weak. He had to rest for a long time.
Climbing the 89th floor was also an eye-opener for Chen Zong. In addition to the corpses of the giants and giant beasts, Chen Zong also found the corpses of the gods and demons and the corpses of the Human Clan. They were all filled with the smell of decay. Chen Zong did not know how long they had been dead.
In addition, he also saw some corpses that were not of the gods, giants, beasts, or humans. They were corpses that were similar to the Human Clan but different from the Human Clan. They had different characteristics and there were more than one type of corpses.
At least now, at the 89th floor, Chen Zong had seen at least hundreds of corpses of experts of different races. Hundreds of races. It was incredible to think about it.
Where did so many races come from?
The Human Clan came from the Ancient Mysterious World, and the Gods and Demons came from the Ancient Mysterious World. Then what about the giants and beasts?
What about the other races that looked like both humans and gods? He had never seen them.
Chen Zong increasingly felt that the universe was extremely mysterious.
It was as if there was a layer of veil covering it, making it impossible for him to see through the mystery. The more it was so, the more Chen Zong wanted to lift the veil and see through the mystery.
It was a pity that he could not do it at the moment. At least with his current level, it was still not enough.
For a moment, Chen Zong had an impulse to not leave until he had solved the mystery of the Tower of Babel. However, his rationality restrained his impulse in time. Who knew what the mystery of the Tower of Babel was? Had anyone ever solved it?
It was better to find a way to leave this place first. Unfortunately, he did not find a way to leave. Instead, he kept climbing.
After resting, Chen Zong's physical strength was completely restored. He moved again and continued to search.
He did not go far before he saw corpses again, but this time there seemed to be more corpses.
The corpses that he had seen before were scattered all over the place. At most, there would only be two or three corpses. However, there were more than a dozen corpses scattered all over the place, moving forward continuously.
Chen Zong's expression was a little dignified. After careful observation, he inferred that these experts were killed in battle. Although their corpses were a little decayed, they were not damaged. He could see that the wounds were sword wounds.
All of them were sword wounds.
In other words, these experts were all killed by a sword. Moreover, Chen Zong could infer that they were all killed by the same sword, which meant that they were all killed by the same swordsman.
Saint-level!
These corpses were all Saint-level experts.
As he walked forward, Chen Zong saw more corpses lying on the ground. They were in different postures, but their wounds were the same. They were all sword wounds.
More than a dozen, more than 20, more than 30.
All of them were Saint-level experts. There were giants, Divine Demons, and other races. The remaining aura was very shocking. Chen Zong even saw a fifteen-meter-tall giant, who was at the Great Saint Realm. There were also Great Saint Realm experts, Divine Demons, and experts of other races. They were all killed by sword wounds.
Chen Zong could not help but close his eyes. He made inferences based on the positions and postures of these experts' corpses and the sword wounds on their bodies. Suddenly, a battlefield appeared in his mind.
Dozens of Pristine Saint Realm and Great Saint Realm experts of different races joined forces to besiege an unknown swordsman. The swordsman fought dozens of experts of different races alone with only one sword. He was not at a disadvantage at all. Wherever the sword light passed, it would penetrate a Pristine Saint Realm expert and kill him with one strike.
Kill! Kill!
Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill! One expert after another died under the sword of this mysterious swordsman. It was extremely terrifying. Even those Great Saint Realm experts could not resist his sword and were killed one after another.
Chen Zong opened his eyes. His body trembled involuntarily, and there was extreme horror in the depths of his eyes.
What a terrifying swordsman. What a terrifying swordsmanship.
He fought dozens of Saint-level experts alone with only one sword and even killed all of them. What kind of swordsmanship was this? What kind of strength was this? It was simply terrifying.
Just thinking about that kind of swordsmanship made Chen Zong shudder.
Then, Chen Zong saw a figure. It was not a giant, not a giant beast, not a Divine Devil or any other race. It was a human.
This human was an old man. His robe was torn and tattered like rags on his body. His long gray hair was messy and looked like dry weeds. His face was thin and full of wrinkles. It was more like dry old bark due to lack of water.
If such an old man was placed in a different place, such as on the side of the street or under a bridge, and given a broken bowl and a branch as a crutch, he would look like a beggar.
Was he a beggar?
Of course not. Even thinking about it would make one shudder in fear. That was right. Chen Zong was certain this old man was the powerful swordsman who had killed dozens of Saint-level experts from different races.
Why was he so sure? It was because of the sword in his hand.
The old man stood still on the ground as if he had taken root on the ground. He held a long sword in his right hand and pointed it diagonally to the ground. There was still an extremely shocking sword power lingering around him.
After careful observation, Chen Zong was certain that this sword was compatible with the fatal sword wounds on the dozens of Saint-level experts from different races. This meant that the dozens of Saint-level experts from different races were all killed by this sharp sword.
A tyrannical existence who killed dozens of Saint-level experts from different races with a sword in his hand. How peerless was he? What level of strength had he reached?
It was not just the Great Saint Realm. Perhaps he was at the level of the Sword Master, equivalent to the Divine Ancestor Realm.
However, such supreme existences were now like those corpses. They had returned to eternal silence and stood here.
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