Full health is the kill threshold, no matter if you're a god or a demon!

Gamir entered the shaft.

The shaft ran through the entire ship from top to bottom. She cut her palm and squeezed it hard against the rusty ladder in the shaft. The rust seeped into her body along with her blood.

Jamil trembled, then tilted her head back as if possessed, opened her mouth wide, and made a gurgling sound in her throat. Her pupils turned into a snowy screen, just like the skull.

Countless streams of information flooded into her mind like a tidal wave. She saw countless timelines—some were undergoing trials on the third level, some were slumbering on the fourth level, some were wandering in the ruins of the seventh level, and some were struggling in the darkness of the seventeenth level.

Then she saw Liu Nian!

His timeline is on the fourth floor, in room 102.

Liu Nian's body was in room 102, but his consciousness had been pulled into an unfamiliar space-time.

He stood on a burning earth, the sky was dark red, and lightning kept striking down from the clouds.

In the distance, a city was burning, flames soaring into the sky, thick smoke billowing, and the air filled with the smells of sulfur, burnt metal, and blood.

"Where...is this?" Liu Nian looked down at his hands.

That's not his hand.

It was a pair of unfamiliar, calloused hands, with short, thick fingers—only four—and black grime embedded in their nails. He wore a tattered set of plate armor, covered in marks from cuts and axe blows. In his hand he gripped a longsword, its blade stained with black blood.

"Am I...possessed?"

He couldn't move or speak; he could only see, hear, and feel through this body.

"Shug! Shug!"

Someone was calling him—no, they were calling the owner of this body.

The body's owner turned his head and saw a male creature wearing silver armor running towards him, his face full of terror.

"Shug! Retreat! The demon army has breached the third line of defense! Her Majesty the Queen orders us to retreat into the city!"

Hugh opened his mouth as if to say something, but before he could utter a word, the sky darkened.

Darkness, stretching to the sky, surged in from all directions. Countless eyes gleamed within the darkness—scarlet, eerie green, and deathly white—densely packed together, sending chills down one's spine.

Then, the owner of those eyes rushed out of the darkness.

demon.

An overwhelming horde of demons.

There were abyssal dragons with wingspans exceeding a hundred meters, infernal lords engulfed in dark purple flames, and abyssal behemoths with bodies as large as small mountains. They swooped down from the sky, charged across the ground, and emerged from the earth—there was nowhere to escape from any direction.

Hughes raised his longsword, attempting to parry. But a deep abyss dragon swept overhead, its claws extending like five enormous scythes, lunging at him.

He couldn't stop him.

Just then, a golden light descended from the sky.

Amidst the majestic grandeur, a golden dragon swooped down from the sky, its body ten times larger than the abyssal demon dragon, its dragon might vast and its roar shaking the heavens.

That's... Huang Sui!

The ancestor of the ancient dragon lineage, the ancient dragon whose body transformed into a demonic abyss.

Liu Nian was terrified: Where am I...?

Huang opened its massive maw, and a golden breath erupted from the depths of its throat. Wherever the breath passed, demons turned to ashes in the holy fire, abyssal dragons trembled in fear of its might, and the overwhelming darkness was torn open with a huge gash.

Hugh was also accidentally hit by the aftershock of the breath, and his body burned in the golden flames, turning to ashes inch by inch from his feet to his head.

Liu Nian felt that pain. Not physical pain, but a burning sensation in his soul. It felt like being thrown into the core of the sun, with every inch of his skin, every bone, and every cell burning.

Then, everything disappeared.

Reincarnation, fourth floor, room 102.

Liu Nian suddenly opened his eyes.

He stood in the room, his fist still in the throwing stance. Before him, the skeleton had crumbled into a pile of broken bones at his feet.

Liu Nian was panting heavily, his forehead covered in cold sweat.

"Shug..." he murmured the name, "Season 6...Abyss Invasion!"

He looked down at his hands. They were his own hands, not Hugh's calloused hands. But he could still feel the burning sensation, as if it were branded into the depths of his soul.

"Huang Sui." He took a deep breath. "Have I entered that timeline?"

This room is so eerie that it allows him to travel through time and see things that happened in the past!

He was silent for a moment, then turned and walked out of the room.

The darkness in the corridor remained thick.

He continued walking down the corridor.

Room 749. He reached out and pushed open the door.

The room was empty; there was nothing there.

He stepped back and continued walking forward.

Room 604. Empty.

Room 005, the door is locked and cannot be broken open.

Room 259. Empty.

Liu Nian stepped out of room 259, stood in the corridor, and took a deep breath.

Although several rooms were either empty or inaccessible, he did not let his guard down.

Moving on to the next room, 554.

Liu Nian reached out and pushed the door open.

The door opened, and this time, the layout of the room was different from any I had seen before.

It's no longer the standard setup of a bed, table, and chair. The room is cluttered with things, or rather, cluttered with debris.

Dark purple carapace fragments were scattered all over the floor, and in the corner of the room, leaned a relatively intact body.

That was the exoskeleton of an insectoid, and it wasn't very big, unlike the enormous Gorgon type.

Liu Nian frowned and walked towards the complete exoskeleton.

As he approached, he discovered that the exoskeleton wasn't entirely empty; there was something inside. It wasn't flesh and blood, but a translucent, gel-like substance adhered to the inner wall of the shell, resembling amber or solidified resin. Countless tiny specks of light shimmered within the gel, their shapes remarkably similar to those of Pharaoh Amenkht's body.

Liu Nian reached out and touched the body.

Then his vision blurred, and he felt that same sensation again—the world was spinning, his consciousness was being pulled, like someone thrown into a whirlpool, struggling desperately but sinking deeper and deeper.

Then, everything stopped.

He appeared once again in unfamiliar land.

After a dizzying spin, he found himself on the back of a giant dragonfly, with the wind whistling in his ears.

There was a buzzing sound around him.

Although there is no sun here, the whole world seems bright, and all objects seem to be emitting various kinds of light.

Liu Nian saw a white city in the distance, and it seemed that they were about to attack that city.

Suddenly, a huge phantom appeared in the sky above the city. He was wearing a suit of armor made of light, with golden flames flowing across it, and nine pairs of semi-transparent wings of light spread out behind him.

It was impossible to tell whether the person was male or female from their appearance.

"Aurelian!! Hand over the Heart of the Demonbane!"

someone shouted.

"It has become one with me!"

The enormous phantom spoke: "Now, I am the first true transcendent being in this world!! Let me show you the power of my ultimate professional advancement—the Radiant Palm Master!"