221: Chapter 221 Beneath the Demon Tower

[Half a month later.]

[The Reverse Demon Tower was even more exaggerated than Chu Sheng had imagined.]

[He stood on the wasteland in front of the tower, looking up at this behemoth; his neck grew sore before he could even see the top.]

[The tower body was pitch black—not from a coat of black paint, but a blackness that permeated from its very bones, absorbing all light.]

[The tower base spanned several miles, like an ancient behemoth crouching on the earth; just lying there, it was enough to make one's legs go weak.]

[Devilish Qi poured out from the tower endlessly, thick as substance; taking one breath made one's lungs feel cold.]

[Ordinary Demon Generals wouldn't even dare to approach it, let alone enter.]

[What was even more terrifying were the upper levels.]

[The middle and upper parts of the tower were engulfed by two extremely pure streams of Devilish Qi, surging and entangling with each other.]

[One was Greed, like an invisible giant hand wanting to clench everything in the world within its palm.]

[The other was violent, like a mouth that could never close, devouring everything.]

[The two streams of Devilish Qi were so thick they blotted out the sky, making it impossible to see what the upper levels looked like.]

[Chu Sheng's heart skipped a beat.]

He had seen Pride in the simulation, having stepped half a foot over that threshold.

But compared to these two streams before him, Pride's aura was like a single flame compared to two volcanoes.

It wasn't a matter of quantity, but of quality.

Pride had stepped half a foot over the threshold of a Divine Ability.

While the masters of these two streams of Devilish Qi had walked completely through that door and traveled very far inside.

[Greed.]

[Gluttony.]

[Two true Demon Venerables.]

[Chu Sheng swallowed a mouthful of saliva.]

[Fortunately, one of them had been dead for thousands of years, and the other was suppressed; otherwise, even if he were given a hundred guts, he wouldn't dare to come.]

[On the territory of the Wanmo Hall, the Reverse Demon Tower stood just like that; no one managed it, and no one dared to.]

[The Wanmo Hall only dispatched four Demon Generals to keep watch.]

[One High-grade Demon General and three middle-grade Demon Generals were guarding in a large camp tens of miles away.]

[Chu Sheng snuck over to take a look; the four Demon Generals were fast asleep, snoring thunderously, with liquor jars rolling all over the ground.]

[One middle-grade Demon General muttered in his sleep, "Don't snatch my treasure," before turning over and continuing to sleep.]

[Chu Sheng shook his head, thinking that this guard was worse than having none at all.]

[He took out the Copper Mirror given by Madam Huayue from his sleeve and injected spiritual power into it.]

[A blurry light and shadow appeared on the mirror surface, displaying the aura fluctuations within several miles of the Reverse Demon Tower.]

[Then he saw it—more than one Devil King-level aura had entered the Reverse Demon Tower.]

[Three, no, four streams.]

[One of them he was somewhat familiar with; it was very similar to the aura of Yu Rumeng in his memory, but it was also not quite the same.]

[Heavier, colder, as if it had been tempered by something.]

[Chu Sheng frowned.]

[He put away the Copper Mirror and cast another divination.]

[This time he had learned his lesson and only spent one year of his lifespan.]

[The phantom of the bamboo slip cylinder shook, and a slip jumped out—a neutral slip.]

[Neutral.]

[Neutral?]

[Chu Sheng looked at the slip, his brows furrowing even deeper.]

[It was not a great misfortune, nor was it great luck; it was neutral.]

[This meant that after entering, life and death were both possibilities; it all depended on his actions.]

[He put away the slip and walked to the front of the tower, seeing a stone tablet standing beside the tower gate with a few lines of text carved on it.]

["Those who enter the tower, offer one of your most precious items to enter the first floor."]

[Left by Greed.]

[Chu Sheng was stunned for a moment, then cursed loudly: "Climbing a tower requires an admission ticket? And 'most precious item'? Why don't you just go rob someone, dammit?"]

Records about the Reverse Demon Tower surfaced in Chu Sheng's mind.

Legend had it that the Reverse Demon Tower had nine floors and was forged by the Demon Venerable Greed, who had scoured the world for treasures.

At that time, in the Demon Race, every good thing had been scoured away by Greed.

Heaven And Earth Treasures, Cultivation Techniques, Secret Manuals, Magic Treasures, Medicinal Pills, and even beautiful women of the Demon Race.

As long as Greed took a fancy to something, there was nothing he couldn't get.

It was said that a top-tier Devil King had spent all his hardships and exhausted all his resources to find a treasure that could extend his life by a thousand years from an ancient ruin.

The news leaked, and the next day, Greed's people came and "requisitioned" the treasure, leaving behind only one sentence.

"Think of the big picture for the Demon Race."

That Devil King was so angry he vomited blood and passed away not many years later.

Before he died, he left his last words: "If Greed does not die, the Demon Race will not prosper."

This sentence later became the consensus of the entire Demon Race. It was said that Greed's eventual downfall was because he had incited the Wrath of the entire world.

Not the Human Race, but the Demon Race.

The Demon Race and the Human Race shared a common hatred and united to bring him down.

This was unprecedented in the history of the Demon Race.

Greed's time as a Demon Venerable was truly something else.

Generally speaking, the Demon Race and the Human Race were irreconcilable; Greed was the first one to make both sides share a common hatred.

[Chu Sheng looked at the stone tablet and shook his head.]

[He put away his thoughts and his gaze fell on the small line of text on the tower gate.]

[One of the most precious items.]

[He felt his Storage Pouch; there were many things inside, but as for the most precious ones...]

[Those Heaven And Earth Treasures taken from Sloth's treasury were each worth a fortune, but they couldn't be counted as his most precious items.]

[The phoenix ring? It had saved his life, but that was equipment, not something to be used as an admission ticket.]

[The wendao token? He had already used it twice, and only one use remained.]

[Chu Sheng stood before the tower gate, hesitating for a long time.]

[He discovered an embarrassing fact—he couldn't bear to give away any of his most precious items.]

[The runes on the tower gate flickered on and off, as if urging him to hurry.]

[He gritted his teeth and took out a Jade Slip from his Storage Pouch.]

[It wasn't the Taixu Inheritance, but a blank Jade Slip that contained a few poems from the memories of his past life; it wasn't anything valuable.]

[But to him, it was something that had no connection to this world and belonged only to himself.]

[He placed the Jade Slip into the groove on the tower gate.]

[The runes on the tower gate lit up for a moment, then went out again.]

[The gate didn't open.]

[Chu Sheng cursed and took the Jade Slip back.]

[Greed didn't take a fancy to it because he felt it wasn't worth anything.]

[Chu Sheng rummaged through his Storage Pouch again, his gaze landing on one item—the sword tassel that Shen Linger had given him.]

[It was woven from bright red silk thread and hadn't been finished yet.]

[He stared at that sword tassel for a long time.]

[Chu Sheng took the sword tassel out of his Storage Pouch and clutched it in his hand.]

[This won't do.]

[Chu Sheng looked at the tower gate and revealed an item, "I don't know if you dare to take this?"]

[The tower gate lit up.]

[This time it didn't just flash; it lit up continuously and steadily, like a lit lamp.]

[The runes spread from the gate, like countless golden snakes slithering.]

[Rumble—the gate opened.]

[A breath of ancient, decaying, metallic, rusty air surged out from inside the gate.]

[Chu Sheng stood at the entrance, looking at the pitch-black corridor inside.]

[He lowered his head and looked at the four zhu xian swords in his hand.]

[He stepped inside.]

[Behind him, the tower gate slowly closed.]

[The wasteland returned to silence, with only the snoring of the four Demon Generals echoing in the wind.]

[At the top of the tower, those two monstrous streams of Devilish Qi surged, like two sleeping behemoths turning over, then returned to calm.]