I chose the safe house, and the Human Alliance regretted it.

Wang Wei stood on the third floor, and the voice sounded again:

"Inheritance of the Power of Disaster. Third Layer."

As the sound faded, the entire space trembled.

Immediately afterwards, an invisible wave swept in from the void.

It wasn't an energy shock, nor a physical attack—the fluctuation ignored the physical body and rushed directly towards Wang Wei's sea of ​​consciousness, like an invisible knife trying to cut open his soul.

Desolation, decay, destruction... countless negative perceptions flooded my mind at the same moment, as if I had been dragged into a deathly abyss.

Wang Wei frowned slightly.

He sensed the strangeness of this "disaster force".

The third layer of calamity has changed; it no longer only impacts the body but strikes directly at the soul.

The feeling wasn't like inheritance; it was more like a test, even carrying a hint of destruction.

He finally understood why none of those people had stopped him when he entered the stone tower.

only......

"Congratulations on obtaining the power of disaster, converting 3 million safety points."

The disaster forces flowed endlessly, yet all of them were transformed into safe points.

I do not know how long it has been,

"A total of 300 billion safety points have been obtained. The third layer of inheritance is complete."

Wang Wei glanced down at the total amount of safe points.

Including the previous two floors, the total has now reached 940 billion.

A slight smile played on his lips as he continued walking toward the fourth floor without pausing.

Outside the stone tower, all was now deathly silent.

Those people didn't take Wang Wei seriously at first.

The legacy of the Tower of Calamity is not something anyone can bear.

Countless ignorant and arrogant people rushed in, only to be devoured by the calamity, fleeing in disarray, some never to emerge again.

But now, everything is different.

When the first layer of runes lit up, no one paid much attention.

When the second layer lit up, a small number of people showed a hint of surprise.

When the third floor lit up, people started whispering among themselves.

When the runes on the fourth and fifth layers lit up one after another with almost no interval, everyone stopped moving.

"This...so fast?"

The woman in dark red clothes looked up at the stone tower that was constantly lighting up, her eyes widening.

"Fourth floor... fifth floor... sixth floor..."

Someone started counting, their voice changing from casual to trembling.

The atmosphere outside the tower shifted from relaxed to heavy, and from heavy to suffocating.

The beasts that had been lying on the ground seemed to sense their master's emotions, and they all raised their heads, growling and restlessly stirring.

"Impossible!" A middle-aged man sprang to his feet, staring intently at the stone tower. "Even that woman couldn't have been this fast!"

The "woman" he was referring to was Qian Mengxun, who had recently broken into the stone tower.

Her speed has already shocked everyone.

But this outsider was more than twice as fast as Qian Mengxun!

The seventh layer of runes lit up.

Everyone outside the tower stood up.

For the first time, a solemn light appeared in the old man's cloudy eyes.

"Seventh floor...passed."

Before the words were finished, the eighth layer of runes lit up.

Dark golden light poured down from the top of the stone tower, turning the entire wasteland golden.

"hiss--"

Countless people gasped in shock.

Over countless years, countless geniuses and powerful figures have stopped at the eighth level.

Some even assert that the ninth level doesn't exist at all—it's just a legend, an illusion created by the Tower of Calamity for the world.

But today, an outsider reached the eighth floor in less than half an hour.

"Could it be that he really can..." the white-haired old man's voice was very soft, as if afraid of disturbing something, "...master the legendary Nine Calamities..."

Nobody noticed.

Because everyone was staring at the stone tower, at the ninth floor that had never been lit.

Inside the stone tower, Wang Wei stood in the center of the eighth floor.

Wang Wei glanced down at the total amount of safe points.

第四层：400亿。第五层：500亿。第六层：600亿。第七层：700亿。第八层：800亿。

加上前三层的100亿、200亿、300亿，以及他原有的340亿——他现在一共拥有3940亿安全点。

Approaching 400 billion.

Wang Wei took a deep breath, suppressing the surging passion within him.

The entrance to the ninth floor has appeared; it is no longer a stone staircase, but a dark golden vortex suspended in the air, slowly rotating.

Without hesitation, Wang Wei stepped into the whirlpool.

The moment he passed through the vortex, he felt as if he had been pulled out of the river of time.

Everything around him disappeared—sound, light, gravity, he couldn't even hear his own heartbeat.

He was enveloped by a vast, desolate aura, as if it came from ancient times.

Suddenly, the light came.

Like the pale golden light of dawn, it surged in from all directions, filling his vision.

Wang Wei found himself standing in a space completely different from the previous eight floors.

An endless white void.

Directly in front, a pale golden ball of light floats.

Wang Wei stared at the ball of light, his pupils slightly contracting.

He could sense that the light contained an indescribable power.

It was there, as still as a stagnant pool.

But Wang Wei knew that if it wanted to, it could destroy this space, or even the world, in an instant.

The light seemed to sense Wang Wei's gaze.

A gentle voice echoed in Wang Wei's mind:

"You've arrived."

"By reaching this point, regardless of who you are or where you come from, your ability to stand here proves that you are qualified to bear the essence of 'disaster.'"

Wang Wei raised an eyebrow slightly.

"Accept it, and you will become the 'Guardian of Calamity' of this world." There was no temptation in the voice, only a calm statement of fact. "To protect the balance of this world is the highest honor."

"Disaster prevention." Wang Wei repeated the two words softly.

He stared at the ball of light and remained silent for a few seconds.

Just then, a familiar voice rang in his mind—

"Residual material detected. Can be exchanged for 1000 billion security points. Exchange now?"

Wang Wei was stunned.

Remains or material?

Several overseas divination organizations and the Zhang and Xie families offered... remains and fragments.

source. remnants.

A single word makes all the difference.

Could this world be connected to the world he lives in?

Wang Wei's mind raced.

The voice rang out again.

"Accept the source of disaster and become the guardian of disaster. You will gain supreme authority, control the power of disaster, and rule this world—"

"Exchange it," Wang Wei interrupted.

The sound was not loud, but it was resounding.

The light suddenly burst forth with a blinding golden radiance, causing the entire space to tremble violently and the white void to begin to collapse.

"What are you doing—!"

The voice became shrill, filled with anger and terror.

But Wang Wei simply stood with his hands behind his back, watching the ball of light compress, transform, and absorb little by little.

"Sorry," he said, "I don't watch doors for people."