Tower of Infinite Enlightenment
First Floor
A vast horde of resentment ghosts drifted across the barren land, their translucent forms wavering like tattered shadows. Hollow eyes stared into nothingness as they wandered aimlessly, mouths frozen in silent screams that would never be heard. There was no rage left in them—only an endless, suffocating emptiness.
With just a single glance, Wang Chen felt a chill creep up his spine.
There were too many.
Far too many.
Each ghost carried the unmistakable imprint of a cultivator's soul. Their auras were fractured, incomplete, as if they had been torn from their bodies mid-existence and ground down by something far beyond mortal comprehension. This was not the aftermath of ordinary slaughter. The barren land beneath their feet, the warped horizon, the despair that pressed down on the mind—all of it pointed to a single conclusion.
This first floor had once been a battlefield.
