Practicing Qi to snatch a Yuanying for marriage? Do you think this is a female channel?

Ziyuan Daojun was filled with regret. If he had known this would happen, he should have chosen to bewitch Hou Ying to deal with Xuanling Daoren.

Although Hou Ying has a bad temper and is unpredictable, it's still better than the current situation.

Xuanling Daoist keenly sensed the change in Ziyuan Daojun's emotions, and a cold, eerie green light flashed in his eyes.

"Senior brother, you only have one-tenth of your soul power left. If you still have any other thoughts, don't blame me for being merciless and annihilating your soul!"

The reason why Daoist Ziyuan could turn against Daoist Xuanling and Hou Ying was that he sacrificed nine-tenths of his divine soul power, turning himself into a near-remnant soul.

He said bitterly, "Junior brother, I've already fallen to such a state, what tricks can I still play? The Tower of Creation before me, I spent five hundred years comprehending it, and I only managed to melt some of the ice outside the tower. I couldn't even get through the gate. But today, you've arrived, and the gate has opened by itself. It seems that this opportunity is rightfully yours."

Xuanling Daoist was delighted to hear this, his face beaming with pride: "Senior brother, if you had done this earlier, we wouldn't have become enemies. Once I obtain this opportunity, I will help you recover some of your cultivation, hahaha..."

Daoist Ziyuan smiled bitterly, then his expression suddenly changed, and he frowned, saying, "Something's not right, there seems to be someone inside!"

He shouted, and Gu Shenge's expression changed slightly inside the tower. She had already suppressed her cultivation to the limit, yet Ziyuan Daojun could still sense it!

Xuanling Daoist seemed to realize something and exclaimed, "It's Gu Shenge!"

He hurried toward the entrance of the Heavenly Creation Tower, but Gu Shenge quickly dodged and hid inside the Qian Yuan Jade Bottle.

"Oh!"

The gate of the Celestial Creation Tower suddenly closed by itself, and Daoist Xuanling crashed directly into it.

Xuanling Daoist's face instantly darkened: "Ziyuan, you had better give me a reasonable explanation!"

Daoist Ziyuan frowned deeply and said in a deep voice, "It's Gu Shengge! It must be him. He has already entered the Heavenly Creation Tower!"

He didn't know whether he should be angry or gloating. He didn't want Xuanling Daoist to get the opportunity, and he didn't want Gu Shenge to get it either. After all, Xuanling Daoist was his fellow disciple, but he couldn't see through Gu Shenge.

The key point is that I had used him before, which is how I ended up at Morey Cliff.

He felt that if he fell into Gu Sheng's clutches, he would only face certain death.

Xuanling Daoist's face turned ashen, and his hands were already enveloped in green Daoist energy. He raised his hands and slammed more than ten punches into the doorway.

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

The door made a series of muffled thuds, but not a single mark was left on it; it was indestructible.

Seeing this, Daoist Ziyuan said bitterly, "I also tried to force open this door back then..."

Xuanling Daoist asked in confusion, "Oh? And then?"

Ziyuan Daojun and Xuanling Daoren moved a little distance apart: "Then I was attacked by the Heavenly Creation Tower."

Xuanling Daoist's eyes widened, and he quickly retreated, but it was too late. A black metal chain shot out from both sides of the Heavenly Creation Tower, instantly piercing his collarbone and pulling him onto the Heavenly Creation Tower.

"Oh!"

He slammed heavily onto the Tower of Creation, shattering the ice wall covering it. Xuanling Daoist coughed up a mouthful of blood; his body, impacted by the energy of the Great Dao, felt as if his internal organs, despite being at the Great Ascension Realm, were about to be shattered. This power was clearly beyond the Great Ascension Realm!

He looked at Daoist Ziyuan again, only to see him smiling mockingly.

Xuanling Daoist didn't want to dwell on it anymore and asked blankly, "Senior brother, what exactly is going on? Why is this happening?"

The remnant soul of Daoist Ziyuan flickered and said coldly, "You have been locked up. When I came here years ago, there were six Mahayana Realm experts bound to it. They set foot here one after another and were trapped here for life. They have probably perished by now."

Daoist Ziyuan's eyes flashed: "So, you deceived me, you did it on purpose! You wanted me to die here!"

Daoist Ziyuan did indeed have this intention, but he did not expect that Gu Shenge would arrive here first.

His eyes flickered as he searched for a way to enter the Tower of Creation of the Heavens. On the solid, smooth ice surface, there were faint Daoist runes flowing, but no trace could be found.

Inside the Tower of Creation, Gu Shenge looked solemn. She had thought she was about to be trapped, but unexpectedly, the Tower of Creation closed itself, keeping both Daoist Ziyuan and Daoist Xuanling outside.

Moreover, it seems that Xuanling Daoist was captured by the Cangtian Creation Tower and is bound outside the tower.

Gu Shenge's expression changed as she looked at the oil lamps inside the Tower of Creation, and the Mahayana Realm divine souls burning as wicks within them...

Could this be the origin of the lamp wicks used by those Mahayana cultivators?

What killed them was actually this silent Tower of Creation!
Gu Shenge felt a chill run down her spine, and cold sweat poured down her back. It seemed that Cao Tian's Creation Tower possessed its own consciousness, which meant it must have ulterior motives.

Having rashly barged in, he had indeed become a sitting duck, having fallen into the trap set by the Tower of Creation.

His expression was solemn as he scanned his surroundings. Through his double pupils, he could see the second, third, and fourth floors through the top of the first floor…

Above, there were countless burning oil lamps, their dim yellow flames flickering, within which the souls tormented day and night wailed.

"What exactly are you? What do you want?" Unable to discern anything, Gu Shenge asked directly. The tower was silent, except for the occasional flicker of fire; there was not a sound, like a dead land.

Helpless, Gu Shenge could only search inside the tower, hoping to find some clues. Approaching the wall, he raised his hand, gathering his cultivation in his palm to clear away the thick layer of dust, only to discover that there seemed to be some inscriptions on it.

He didn't recognize the characters, but he could understand and comprehend them, and eventually he would be able to grasp their meaning.

Gu Shenge quickly cleaned the dust off the wall, revealing the pictures and text. He couldn't understand the text yet, so he focused on the pictures.

The painting is simple, depicting a figure holding a pagoda, adorned with a divine halo behind him, and surrounded by patterns formed from divine runes of the Great Dao, resembling auspicious clouds.

At his feet were kneeling, prostrate warriors of all spirits, all bearing Dao patterns, and they were no ordinary people.

Gu Shenge continued clearing away the murals. Behind them were only kneeling cultivators and powerful figures, nothing else. It looked like a sacrificial ceremony. It would be difficult to understand just by looking at the murals.

Gu Shenge comprehended those ancient characters, and the artistic conception contained within them gradually emerged in his mind. It was a battlefield of blood and fire, with the sounds of fighting shaking the heavens. Countless great worlds were ignited before his eyes, and the fighting echoed through the universe. In the distance, massive formations collapsed from time to time, bursting out with dazzling divine light.

Those were worlds utterly detonated, filled with endless silence and bloodshed. (End of Chapter)