eurekapd Chapter 1066 Heroic Soul Tower
Chapter 1066 Heroic Soul Tower
Chapter 1066 Heroic Soul Tower
"Sister, shall we go and take a look behind that screen?"
The golden sword approached Song Wanning, blinked at her, and asked.
Song Wanning's smile deepened, and she nodded: "Okay!"
She turned around and looked at the screen over there.
"Let's choose this one."
She pointed to one of the most bizarrely styled screens and reached out to push it.
However, before her hand could even touch the screen, Song Wanning's long sword suddenly grew larger and slashed at the little ones behind her.
"what--"
Several screams rang out, and the little ones stared at Song Wanning with ferocious expressions, seemingly not expecting that something had gone wrong.
Song Wanning smiled knowingly and said, "They never interfere with my decisions."
No, it should be said that the little ones obeyed her every command and never made decisions before Song Wanning.
This was a tacit understanding unique to them, and it was also the key to her seeing through the illusion.
Soon, those illusory figures disappeared unwillingly.
But the surrounding area was still the same grand hall, and apart from the screen, the landscape painting reappeared.
Song Wanning stood still, unsure whether she was in reality or in a dream.
The illusion was so intricately linked that she dared not be careless in the slightest.
However, nothing new happened in the main hall this time, and the silence was somewhat eerie.
All sounds around him disappeared, he couldn't contact the little guys, and the unlucky guy lost all sense of presence. It was as if he was the only one left in the whole world.
Song Wanning's eyes darkened; something was wrong here too.
She must still be in a hallucination.
Her sharp gaze swept back and forth between the screen and the landscape painting; the strangeness here must be related to these things.
So which one is it?
Song Wanning paced back and forth between the two, a glint of shrewdness flashing in her eyes as she pondered deeply.
Finally, her gaze fell upon the landscape painting.
The longsword in his hand swelled up again, carrying an unparalleled momentum, and slashed towards the landscape painting.
The next instant, the landscape painting turned into dust and scattered into the air.
The surrounding scenery suddenly changed; it was no longer a tranquil hall, but a deep and dark room.
Song Wanning's eyes narrowed, and a burst of flames instantly surged around her, protecting her completely.
A cold wind was blowing in the air, lifting Song Wanning's skirt and hair.
A voice came from the shadows, "As expected of the most outstanding person in this group."
Song Wanning looked in the direction of the sound and found that it was a wisp of golden light emanating from a soul, but this soul was not human-shaped, but rather a shapeless mass.
"Are you a spirit of an artifact?"
She guessed the other person's identity almost instantly.
"Hehe, I knew I couldn't hide it from you."
The spirit laughed, circled around Song Wanning a few times, and looked her up and down.
"To be able to advance to the Quasi-Saint level at such a young age is something even the ancient god Wenren Shangshen couldn't achieve at this speed."
"Just who are you?"
A glint of covetousness flashed in the spirit's eyes, and Song Wanning took in that greedy look.
But she keenly heard the words "Wenren Shangshen". Was it Wenren Lin?
Song Wanning's heart tightened. "Are you talking about the God Wenren Lin?"
"Indeed, you know Wenren Shangshen too?"
The spirit looked at Song Wanning with some surprise, not expecting that this woman had some knowledge.
“I not only know Wenren Shangshen, I also know the Demon God.” Song Wanning smiled, but the deeper meaning in her eyes did not reach her eyes.
"Hmph, who doesn't know the name of the Demon God? What's so special about you knowing?" The artifact spirit sneered disdainfully. "You're just like those people, you're here for the good stuff in the tower, aren't you?"
"It's just a pity that the heroic souls in the tower are long gone, and now only I, the spirit of the artifact, am left to guard this place alone."
It wasn't lying; this is indeed the Tower of Heroes. Before the ancient war, this was truly the final resting place of many powerful beings.
But in the end...
Those heroic souls all perished in the great battle.
Now, this Tower of Heroes is long gone in name only.
Upon hearing this, Song Wanning's eyes flashed. "I came here out of curiosity, and I have no ill intentions."
"But you, you set up a series of traps to lure me in as soon as you came in, trying to kill me. I'd like to ask you what your intentions are?"
The spirit was clearly up to no good; Song Wanning could see it clearly.
But she set her sights on this Tower of Heroes.
If this Tower of Heroes can truly house the souls of heroes, it might play a crucial role in the final battle.
Those cultivators who sacrificed themselves in the great war might have a glimmer of hope.
When questioned by Song Wanning, the spirit of the artifact glanced at Song Wanning and avoided answering.
Don't you want to know where those people are?
It deliberately changed the subject, and then countless ethereal bubbles appeared in the air above the room.
There were many people in those bubbles, the same people who had come in earlier.
They are currently experiencing different illusions, but because they are a series of illusions, several people have already fallen for them and lost their minds in the illusions.
Their bodies were not dead, but their souls seemed to have been drained. They stood there motionless like walking corpses, and their breath had long since ceased.
However, some people have managed to complete the game one after another, remaining clear-headed, but the final flaw in the illusion has not yet been found.
Song Wanning saw the figure of the Listening Rain Sect Master, as well as the cultivator who discovered the bridge. They were both still alive and looked to be doing well.
She breathed a slight sigh of relief. It was best that nothing bad had happened since the sect leader of Tingyu Sect had helped them.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have stood by and watched someone die.
"What are you trying to do? Play a game? Or do you need to consume their souls?"
She felt a heavy yin energy from the moment she entered the tower, but considering it was the Tower of Heroes, she assumed it was due to the spirits of those heroes.
But now it seems that it was clearly the spirit of the artifact that caused it.
"Hehe, I told you you were smart."
The spirit seemed to have discovered something to be pleased about, and its gaze toward Song Wanning became even more greedy.
"However, the combined fragrance of all their souls doesn't even equal that of yours alone..."
The malice in its eyes was almost impossible to conceal; it was all revealed in its eyes.
Song Wanning's expression changed, and she silently gripped the long sword in her hand.
What do you mean by that?
The spirit swallowed hard and decided to stop pretending.
Anyway, this is its territory, and Song Wanning can't escape.
"Your soul is filled with the power of merit. Consuming you is equivalent to the consumption of ten thousand ordinary cultivators."
"Tell me, don't you smell delicious?"
The spirit took a deep sniff, its eyes growing increasingly fervent.
"Oh?"
Song Wanning narrowed her eyes slightly as she looked at the golden light on the spirit's body.
Could it have obtained this power of merit from consuming it?
A bold idea surfaced in her mind, and Song Wanning's face darkened.
"You consumed the merits of those heroic souls?"
A flash of fury crossed her eyes.
If that's true, then this artifact spirit deserves to die!
(End of this chapter)