Everyone had their own ambitions, and the fact that Ma Zhongyuan had been able to stay was a testament to his abilities. Female cultivators could leverage their beauty, and male cultivators naturally refused to fall behind. It was time for Jia Ren to find his own path.
Continuing on his way, he soon caught sight of a colossal tower in the distance. The tower, ninety-nine floors tall, was pitch black and devoid of any luster, bearing a slight resemblance to the Demon-Sealing Tower. The fifty-sixth floor of the Treasure Pagoda lit up, signaling some unknown change.
