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He merely glanced at the phantom of Baal in the illusion, then continued walking forward.

The phantom of Baal in the illusion gradually dissipated, and then a guardian formed from spiritual energy appeared.

This gatekeeper has no physical form; it floats in mid-air like a ghost, with only a pair of empty eyes.

It attempted to probe into the depths of Chen Guan's consciousness, to uncover all his secrets and all his hidden pretenses.

"You are not what you appear to be," the gatekeeper spoke. "Deep within you lies meticulous calculation and endless exploitation. You have no feelings whatsoever for those who trust you..."

However, when the guardian's spiritual tentacles reached into Chen Guan's heart, they directly collided with his sleeping body within the coffin, and the guardian, who had been chattering incessantly, suddenly fell silent.

Although the consciousness of the entity was dormant, its inherent strength instantly and violently impacted the guardian's mental probing.

The gatekeeper emitted a sharp, explosive sound.

Its gathered spiritual body began to tremble incessantly, suffering an invisible blow that nearly caused it to collapse.

For the first time, fear appeared in its hollow eyes.

Chen Guan did not miss this opportunity.

The unconscious counterattack of the main body was the perfect opportunity for him to take advantage of the situation, which was the exciting combination technique he and Lao Ji used.

A jet-black scythe appeared out of thin air, its blade gleaming with a chilling light.

He moved with lightning speed, like a ghostly afterimage, his scythe slicing through the air and striking directly at the gatekeeper.

Before the gatekeeper could recover from the impact of the main body, he was struck by the scythe.

A spiritual entity? What a coincidence, I've come to capture you!

Its body, formed from spiritual energy, was instantly absorbed and dissipated into space.

With the gatekeeper defeated, the illusion of the Inner Demon Purgatory shattered.

The coffin returned to a normal stone chamber. This time, in the center of the chamber, an ancient stone tablet stood quietly.

Chen Guan's gaze fell on the stone tablet, lost in thought.

Meanwhile, outside the Xuanwu Pagoda.

Yin Chen had been sitting cross-legged in the ice cave for an unknown amount of time.

He sensed the power of the wind, from initial resistance to gradual integration.

Following Wu Xuan's guidance, he merged his spiritual power with the wind, attempting to grasp the true meaning of the wind.

His family records contain some mysterious texts related to ancient mythical beasts.

At this moment, under the baptism of the wind, the words in his mind began to come alive.

These characters bear a striking resemblance to the murals in the ice cave and the external patterns of the Xuanwu Pagoda.

They must be remnants of an ancient civilization, containing information beyond his comprehension.

Meanwhile, in the room where Red Kite was.

She has torn the ice crystal behemoth to pieces countless times.

Her body was covered in wounds, but they healed rapidly under the power of her bloodline.

With each recovery, her muscles became more toned and her bones more resilient.

Her strength was honed through repeated brushes with death.

She felt a power awakening within her.

That power resonated with the Xuanwu Tower itself, making her feel that the Xuanwu bloodline was flowing in her veins.

She could even faintly hear something deep within her body emitting a low roar.

Her body grew stronger and her temperament became wilder, each swing of her axe carrying the power to split mountains and shatter rocks.

Inside the tower, Chen Guan stood before the stone tablet.

A faint sigh came from behind the stone tablet.

That voice transcended countless ages.

Chen Guan was certain that the sigh was not an illusion, but something real.

He reached out and gently touched the stone tablet, which emitted a faint light beneath his fingertips.

That ethereal sigh was no longer far away; it rang right beside his ear.

The scene in front of the stone tablet rippled like water.

The surrounding stone walls transformed into streams of light and receded.

A tremendous force gripped Chen Guan, pulling him into a bizarre and fantastical vortex.

This place is no longer a dark stone chamber, but a chaotic void.

In the void, the concepts of time and space have dissolved.

Only an ancient voice reverberated in the endless darkness.

"You have reached the end, and the end is also the beginning."

Consciousness was stripped away, and the scroll of memories was torn to shreds.

The main body, the bullet comments, Huaqing, and the Guiyuan group.

All the marks belonging to Chen Guan have turned to dust.

He became a traveler.

A wanderer with no origin and no destination, adrift in the chaotic void.

He falls into the cycle of reincarnation time and time again, searching for something with different identities and appearances.

He was once a blood-soaked warrior and a scholar who devoted his life to studying.

He was once a wealthy tycoon who spent money like water, and later a beggar who was barely clothed.

He experienced birth, aging, sickness, and death; he went through love, hate, and passion; and he saw through all aspects of life.

Through countless reincarnations, the only thing that has never been erased is the instinct in his bones.

Time has lost its measure.

Perhaps it's just a single breath, or perhaps it's already a world transformed.

The traveler Chen Guan stood on a desolate piece of land, gazing at the lone star in the sky.

Something heavy sank into his chest, and an inexplicable sense of desolation permeated him.

He didn't know what he was waiting for, nor did he understand why he was there.

Wu Xuan's voice echoed in the void, solemnly saying, "Traveler, you have experienced countless phenomena. Now, I ask you, are you willing to wait ten thousand years for a faint hope? Are you willing to sacrifice yourself and dedicate everything for the peace of others?"

As the traveler Chen Guan listened to this voice, although the fragments of his memory were not pieced together, his pragmatic instincts rooted in his soul remained undiminished.

Waiting for eternity? Sacrificing oneself?

Countless futile efforts and ultimate disappointments in his reincarnations flashed through his mind.

He knew better than anyone that sacrifice is the epitaph of the impulsive, and waiting is the confession of the powerless.

"I will not wait ten thousand years for a faint hope."

The traveler's voice, piercing through the coffin, remained unwavering.

"Ten thousand years is too long. I will find a way to make hope tangible and turn waiting into action."

"As for sacrificing oneself..." He paused, his gaze wandering across the endless void.

"My life is precious. Any sacrifice must be exchanged for an equal, or even greater, return; otherwise, there's no point in discussing it."

Wu Xuan fell silent.

They appeared silent, but in reality, they had run out of options.

This was not the trial method it originally envisioned.

However, this kid seems to be setting questions based on answers, always managing to find bugs in the Xuanwu Tower. He was afraid that if things continued like this, the already dilapidated Xuanwu Tower would be completely ruined by Chen Guan, so he had no choice but to come out.

Now, a problem has been placed before it.

Should we accept Chen's coffin?

Admittedly, the person's answer didn't quite meet my expectations, but it was reasonable enough that it wasn't unacceptable.

However, there are still some flaws.

As for the man and woman outside, they were even less suitable for Wu Xuan. They were only sent as backup options in case Chen Guan was beyond saving.

Now, the choice is clear.

Accept imperfections.

Or wait for several years.