Chapter 205.2: The Final Tower — The Lost Glow Stick

"Is this the only tower on the seventh floor?" someone asked.

After some time had passed, they stopped before the final and only tower on the seventh floor.

"I sense the aura of evil gods. They have been here just recently!" Wang Song said coldly.

"It feels like a Great Venerable... Could it be Great Venerable Aoshi?" the older twin said gravely.

Everyone's expressions darkened. Aoshi was no ordinary Great Venerable. His power would dwarf all their Divine Domain Seeds combined. No wonder, since Aoshi's talent surpassed even that of No-Food Goddess.

"They seem to have left in a hurry. Did they run into something?" one ancient god asked incredulously.

Something about this place felt wrong to them.

Meanwhile, Qi Yuan didn't care much about that. He fixed his gaze on the final tower. In an instant, streams of information flooded his vision, and his expression grew complicated.

"

Haa...

White Moonlight, you died so miserably," Qi Yuan said mournfully.

"

Huh

? Lord God, what's wrong?" the younger twin asked, confused.

"We'll need to burn a bit more...

stuff

to open this door. And the only thing suitable to burn is my poor, helpless white moonlight..." Qi Yuan sighed, cutting the explanation short. "Come on, let's fish my white moonlights out of the trash can and put them to good use."

The other ancient gods were utterly baffled. Still, when they recalled his creative operations back in Clearwater Village, everything suddenly felt perfectly normal.

***

Very soon, the group returned with Feng Kui's and Tan Zui's corpses.

Qi Yuan gazed at the flames burning steadily ahead, then glanced at his two white moonlights.

"It's not that I'm heartless, going after you even after death. It's just the law. Burial's not allowed. This is the new era: we cremate." He sighed some more. "I can only wrong you two a little. Safe travels. When we get back to Clearwater Village, I'll throw a three-day feast for you."

With a helpless expression, Qi Yuan delivered two hard kicks, sending Feng Kui and Tan Zui straight into the raging inferno.

Seeing this, the other ancient gods felt a chill creep into their hearts. This man was too ruthless! They couldn't afford to offend him under any circumstances!

A while later, the massive door of the tower burst open with a thunderous boom.

Qi Yuan looked inside, surprise flashing in his eyes. "Did we stumble into a puppet god nest?"

Inside the tower, puppet gods were packed tightly together, each at least a Great Venerable.

Qi Yuan hesitated. "This tower's going to be troublesome."

Hearing that, the other gods' hearts tightened. This was the first time Qi Yuan expressed his doubt. In that case, it had to be a big problem.

Everyone desperately tried to dissuade him.

"Lord God, why don't we just leave?"

"Yeah, we've already gained more than enough."

"We've practically looted the Ancestral Land dry. Why don't we leave something for others?"

They had already obtained plenty. What was one less tower?

"No." Qi Yuan refused outright.

He hadn't stepped into the True God realm yet. His intuition told him he'd find the answer in this tower. Otherwise, why stop the corpse-burning halfway? Aoshi had obviously played a hand in this. He had likely discovered something.

Qi Yuan sighed. "My eyebrow's probably going to twitch for a full two hours this time. It'll take at least two to four hours to reach the top."

"Four hours? That long?" Wang Song blurted out, then promptly shut up.

The others, however, let out a sigh of relief. In the past, hearing that it would only take four hours to safely reach the top floor would have sounded like a dream come true. However, after rapidly clearing towers left and right with Qi Yuan, it somehow felt excessive.

Qi Yuan waved his hand, leading everyone into the final tower. "Let's go!"

Unlike the other towers, which were well preserved, this one appeared dilapidated. The ground was full of shattered remains. Broken helmets, slender steel needles, and all manners of treasures were scattered everywhere.

"Don't touch any of the treasures here. It's extremely dangerous," Qi Yuan warned.

Hearing that, the ancient gods didn't dare move a muscle. They had complete faith in him.

Following that, Qi Yuan closed his eyes, his eyebrows twitching wildly. In the past, ten breaths of twitching would be enough. This time, it went on for a full quarter of an hour.

The ancient gods watched the ridiculous scene, wanting to laugh but not daring to.

When Qi Yuan opened his eyes again, anticipation gleamed within them. "Let's get going. After me."

"Alright!"

Though the floor was perilous, to Qi Yuan, it was no different from the others. As long as he frantically looked for a way out, he would always find one. Of course, anyone else would find it impossible.

An hour and a half later, with Qi Yuan's eyebrows still twitching violently, he finally led everyone to the top floor. The highest level was almost empty, save for a single glowing iron rod.

Seeing this, the others felt a twinge of disappointment. They had gone through so much trouble for nothing.

"This feels like a loss."

"Loss, my ass! Compared to before, this trip is insanely profitable."

"Exactly. We just earned too much today and got carried away."

The crowd sighed and laughed. Qi Yuan's gaze, however, was fixed on the rod.

[Lost Glow Stick. This is a special creation. Allows you to return to the past and relive bygone glorious years.

Note 1: It cannot alter the past—only witness it.

Note 2: Remaining uses: 3.

Note 3: Once a scene is chosen, it cannot be changed.

The decay of this place may be related to it.]

Astonishment filled Qi Yuan's eyes. "Time-related treasure?"

This was the first time he had ever encountered such a treasure. Although he had crossed time and even altered history in the Flowing Wind World, it had been nothing more than a game reward.

Meanwhile, this was a full-blown in-game item! Though hampered by its limitations, the Lost Glow Stick remained terrifyingly powerful, even if inferior to a game reward.

After that, he swept his gaze across every corner of the tower. Countless streams of information flooded into his eyes. About a quarter of an hour later, everything fell into place.

"So, for unknown reasons, the Lost Glow Stick has been used twice. It brought an ancient presence with it and left it in its wake. That's how Great Venerable Aoshi broke through to the True God realm."

In ancient times, before the Heavenly Pillar was broken, anyone could become a True God without supreme treasures. Aoshi used the glow stick to summon the aura of that era into the tower. Now that the aura had been used up, they had no choice but to travel back to ancient times, and break through there. They would be mere spectators, unable to interact with historical figures. Even so, they could still use the ancient aura to break through.

"So this is a bug?" Qi Yuan muttered, curiously holding the glow stick.

For some people, it would just be a tool for sightseeing, a chance to visit ancient times or enjoy some archaeological tourism. To Qi Yuan, however, it was a priceless treasure.

"

Hm

? It won't activate?" Qi Yuan frowned, surprised. No matter what he did, the Lost Glow Stick refused to start. He murmured, pondering a way around it, "Figures. Not everyone can use such a treasure. There must be some conditions."

How do I use it? Maybe a native of the Ancestral Land has to activate it?

Suddenly, a thought struck him. "Sometimes, luck really matters."

He took out the Blood Jade Leaf from his storage pouch. It had been a gift from a little girl, which increased his fortune in the Mortal Heart World. Wearing the leaf, Qi Yuan examined the glow stick again.

At that moment, a cold, mechanical voice rang in his mind.

"Aura match: confirmed. Initiate journey immediately? This journey will begin in no more than fifteen minutes."

Qi Yuan froze. "Aura match?"

Countless thoughts surged through his mind. Could it be that the little girl was a descendant of the natives of the Ancestral Land?

The glow stick couldn't be shut down once activated. Which meant, in at most fifteen minutes, he would be taking everyone on a journey to the past.

"Not bad," Qi Yuan said with a grin.

Coming to the Ancestral Land had been the right call.

He looked at the Subduing Dragon Arhat and the Taming Tiger Arhat, then at the eight ordinary villagers.

Qi Yuan murmured, "Can't waste this opportunity, it seems."

If this method could truly help him ascend, he had to combine several powerful God Visualization Arts for the eight. That way, they could all break through together. The gods of his memories outclassed the supreme treasures. The only way to visualize them was to go back to ancient times. He couldn't waste this chance.

"Wait here for a bit. I'm going to visualize gods. Once I'm done, I'll be back," Qi Yuan said.

Hearing this, Yulei's pupils shrank sharply.

Zhu Zhuangshi, on the other hand, widened his eyes in wild excitement. "

Hahaha

! My spring has finally arrived!"

The villagers were thrilled.

Lord God is going to visualize some gods?! Who would the visualization arts be bestowed to? Us, obviously!

Meanwhile, the ancient gods were puzzled.

"Why would Lord God visualize now?"

Doing so in the middle of the deadly Ancestral Land felt a bit too bold. What was the point of visualizing a Common or Uncommon Visualization Art? They simply couldn't follow Qi Yuan's train of thought.