Martial Universe: The Eyes That Determine the Fate

Chapter 51, Seventh Floor

Master Yan didn't say anything more, but Zi Yue understood the meaning behind his words.

As soon as he finished speaking, the point of light on the gray tower that represented Li Yi's location suddenly trembled slightly.

Inside the tower.

Li Yi has already stepped into the fifth floor of the Talisman Master Tower.

"call--"

Li Yi let out a deep breath, then took light steps and walked directly towards the passage leading to the sixth floor. The fifth floor was not a place he wanted to linger.

The deep sound of footsteps echoed in the empty tower. After more than ten minutes, Li Yi saw the passage leading to the sixth floor again. The mental barrier leading to the sixth floor was much stronger than that of the previous floors.

Li Yi stood before the mental barrier without the slightest hesitation and stepped through.

The heavy footsteps echoed through the empty sixth floor, sounding slightly jarring.

He glanced around briefly and walked straight toward the passage leading to the seventh floor.

When he stopped at the passage leading to the seventh floor, his double pupils swept over the mental barrier, and a faint smile appeared on his lips.

Li Yi gazed at the mental barrier before him, which resembled ripples on water. He could clearly feel the powerful mental fluctuations surging within it, and then he stepped into it.

As Li Yi stepped in, the mental barrier began to vibrate violently, and a strange buzzing sound emanated from it. Then, a powerful squeezing force surged from all directions, trying to eject him.

"That's interesting! Can you stop me?"

Faced with the pressure of the mental barrier, Li Yi's eyes narrowed, and he snorted coldly. His body, which had been slightly backward, straightened up again and squeezed through. His body slowly merged into the mental barrier.

"laugh!"

As Li Yi forced his way in, the mental barrier rippled like waves. Later, the ripples became more and more intense, and Li Yi's figure slowly disappeared under the influence of these ripples.

Outside the tower, Zi Yue's gaze followed the point of light closely. It rose from the fourth floor to the fifth floor, lingered on the fifth floor for only a moment, and then continued upward.

"He's entered the sixth floor," Ziyue said, her voice carrying a hint of nervousness that she herself didn't realize.

Master Yan didn't speak, but simply looked up at the gray tower, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the talisman jade.

The light paused briefly on the sixth floor, then continued straight to the seventh floor without stopping.

Zi Yue's heart skipped a beat. She had been to the Talisman Master Tower more than once, and she knew about the spiritual barrier between the sixth and seventh floors.

The barrier was incredibly strong; she tried twice and was bounced back both times. The gate only recognized spiritual power and natal talismans.

"Can he go in?" Ziyue asked Master Yan.

Master Yan remained silent, gazing at the scene without offering a reply.

The light flickered at the seventh floor, as if it were stuck by something, unable to go in or out. Ziyue's fingers unconsciously clenched the hem of her skirt.

After a moment, the light spot stabilized.

It stopped on the seventh floor.

Zi Yue paused for a moment, then Li Yi went into the seventh floor.

"Li Yi—he really went in—" Zi Yue murmured.

Master Yan's gaze fell on the point of light, and he remained silent for a moment.

"Purple Moon".

"teacher?"

"You stopped at the sixth level because your mental strength only went that far," Master Yan said calmly. "He didn't. He entered the seventh level not because his mental strength was stronger than yours."

Zi Yue paused for a moment, then asked, "Why is that?"

Master Yan did not answer. He looked at the gray tower, the points of light on its surface shining quietly, brighter than any of the previous floors.

Inside the tower, Li Yi had just stepped into the seventh floor when he clearly felt that the mental pressure on the seventh floor was much stronger than that on the sixth floor. The mental energy here was extremely viscous, and walking in it was like walking in a swamp, making it difficult to even breathe.

Li Yi's feet sank slightly, and his muscles tensed subconsciously. But the next moment, his double pupils opened and closed gently.

His deep gaze swept over the viscous, almost tangible, spiritual energy around him. The violent spiritual pressure that had been rampaging through the area faded away in his eyes, revealing its most fundamental essence.

As his double pupils opened and closed, he saw the direction of those pressures, coming from all directions and converging at the center. He stood at the intersection, targeted by all the pressures.

This was no coincidence; the tower was testing him, testing this "intruder." If he could withstand it, he would stay; if not, he would leave.

Li Yi did not rush forward. He sat down cross-legged in the place with the strongest pressure.

His mind was stinging in waves, but he wasn't injured; he was just being pressed too tightly.

The scattered mental energy was squeezed together, and every thought became heavy, but this was not a bad thing.

Previously, his mental energy was like a ball of cotton, large in quantity but loose. But now, under the pressure of the seventh level, that ball of cotton has been compressed into cotton cloth. The quantity has not changed, but the density has changed.

He discovered that he could control his mental energy more precisely; what used to require ten parts of effort, he could now accomplish with only three parts.

This is the function of the seventh layer.

The pressure from the outside world, enough to crush an ordinary second- or third-level talisman master, was gradually dismantled by his double pupils when it fell upon him.

Li Yi closed his eyes, letting the mental energy press down on him. The stinging pain in his sea of ​​consciousness intensified, but he could clearly feel that his mental energy was becoming "dense". The mental energy was not pressing down slowly, but rather like a heavy hammer hitting down one blow at a time.

If the pressure isn't strong enough, it won't be effective. But right now, the pressure is just right, it's applied perfectly.

And this spot on the seventh floor is the "perfect" location.

He didn't know how long he had been sitting there. Time had lost its meaning inside the tower; he only had the real feeling of his spiritual power being compressed little by little in his sea of ​​consciousness.

Every sting is a polishing process; every breath is a settling process.

After an unknown amount of time, the relentless mental pressure gradually slowed down.

Li Yi slowly opened his eyes, a restrained, dark light flowing deep within his double pupils. His previously somewhat loose and chaotic spiritual energy was now solidified like steel in his sea of ​​consciousness, no longer light and fluffy, but rather like refined iron that had been forged countless times, each strand pure and condensed, and could be controlled at will.

He slowly stood up, his feet landing on the ground of the seventh floor. The viscous, swamp-like spiritual energy around him no longer caused him any discomfort.

The oppressive force that had previously felt like a thousand pounds of pressure now felt like a gentle breeze, so light and insignificant as to be negligible.

Li Yi raised his hand, and a wisp of almost imperceptible spiritual energy condensed at his fingertips. The wisp was thin yet incredibly strong, and with a gentle sway, it pierced through the thick spiritual mist in front of him.

"As expected, after condensation, the control is several times stronger." He chuckled softly, a look of satisfaction flashing in his eyes.