<h4>Chapter 72.1 – Tower of God: The Temple of Knowledge.</h4>


    Louis advanced into the darkness. In everyone’s subconsciousness, there is a field of life — the ce where the spirit, soul, and body are connected. This is often thought of as the mind or heart of a person. Louis was currently in the field of life. In order to fully take over the body, he had to cut off its connection between the spirit and body then devour the other’s soul.


    The field of life is different for each person. In each individual’s field of life, whatever they think of as beautiful, ideal, and impressive normally appears. Each person has a different ideal, therefore everyone’s field of life is different. This was the first time that Louis saw such a dark field of life — this endless, empty darkness is like a rejection of everything in the world.


    Because it was dark, Louis couldn’t see anything; he couldn’t even find the connection between the spirit and the body. He paused and began to think about countermeasures. As he gazed at a certain point in the darkness, Louis was surprised to discover that there were countless words in the dark.


    The words were so dense that they ovepped each other. Louis carefully examined the words for a while before realizing that they were countless repetitions of two words filling the entire field of life.


    “Ze ... du ze ...?”


    Du ze, du zedu zedu zedu zedu ze ...


    The sound in his ear was like a dark broken voice. Louis recovered from his dazed state and found himself standing in the middle of a round tform. This had never happened to him before. Louis looked around and tried to quickly sort out the situation.


    A round tform was floating in the darkness. Eight tall, slender torches stood all around the edges of the tform. One was in but the others all had scarlet totems carved on their handles. No matter how hard the tried, Louis wasn’t able to understand the meaning of the scarlet totems. Suddenly, the torch in front of him burst into me. The me was a strange color – a demonic purple. It red up then took the shape of a demon.


    The me demon, who was just a silhouette with no detailed features,ughed softly: “You really came in.”


    Louis did not react. The purple me demon moved behind him andnguidly shouted: “Hey, you have a guest.”


    The purple me suddenly died down. Louis turned around. A torch was lit up. Its me was gray and it quietly burned. Strangely, even though it was clearly a me, it made people feel colder — this is a feeling that Louis is familiar with. The cold feeling with an undertone of decay and decadence is unmistakably the death aura of an undead spirit.


    The gray me rose higher and took on the shape of a human standing on the torch and looking silently at Louis. Louis looked at it and said hoarsely: “Are you one of the undead?”


    The me undead did not answer but just descended from the torch in silence. Louis’ instincts cried out that there was danger; because he himself is undead he is keenly aware of how terrifying the undead can be. He wanted to leave this strange ce, but he was shackled by an invisible force that wouldn’t allow him to move. Even his eyeballs were frozen in ce. Louis can only watch as the me undead came to him. The burning face came closer and said: “I only allow one person to enter here. You do not have the qualifications to be here.”


    The gray me swept over to the immobile Louis and devoured him.


    “- Xiu!”


    Xiu opened his eyes. Du Ze’s panicked voice was in his ear and he was being held by Du Ze. It seemed as though what had just happened took a long time but in reality it only took a moment.


    A gray pir of light materialized in front of them. Du Ze was quite startled by the sudden appearance of the exit portal. All he knew was that Xiu copsed on his shoulder. He was thrown into confusion and he hastily embraced Xiu as thetter changed shape from a demon into an undead.


    Xiu leaned against Du Ze’s shoulder. He lowered his eyes and held Du Ze tighter.


    His heart is very narrow. Except for the man in his arms, he will never let others into that tiny crevice.


    “It’s all right.”


    After hearing Xiu speak, the nervous Du Ze finally rxed. Although he didn’t know what had happened, if the Moe Lord said it was alright then everything must be fine.


    The undead that Louis summoned had all disappeared. Except for the fact that this was the first time that Rachel saw Xiu transform, the others easily epted Xiu’s new form. They didn’t have time to talk to each other since the hall of bones was rapidly tumbling down, just like the demon god arena.


    The group returned to the hall through the gray pir of light. Du Ze looked around and saw that one of the empty stone tforms now held a statue of the undead. There was no need to think too much about this. Clearly the Tower of God had a specific process: enter the door of light –plete the trial of one race – a stone statue signifies they have cleared a trial – and so on. Once all of the statues are collected they can reach the top.


    After returning to the hall, Xiu soon fell into aa. The demon sisters filled Rachel in so that she had a rough idea of the situation. Her attitude towards Xiu did not change much.


    Du Ze sighed in relief and stared at Xiu’s face. Even for one of the undead, his face was too pale. The Tower of God gave them no time to breathe and this person was always pushing himself, desperately climbing the tower so he can be a god.


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