The Burial Tower of Immortals buries the heavens, the earth, and all the immortals.

puff!

Seizing the opportunity, Qin Changye pierced Tie Shilei's left shoulder with his sword, then suddenly pulled it out, drawing out a large amount of bright red blood.

Tie Shilei staggered backward, the wound on his shoulder so deep that the bone was visible, but the fervor in his eyes did not diminish in the slightest.

He could clearly feel the power within his body rapidly surging.

"The power you released is not the spiritual power that only cultivators possess."

Qin Changye suddenly spoke up, his tone firm: "It is martial power that is forcibly activated by overdrawing one's life force."

You think your Blood Pill is helping you break through your limits, but it's actually burning away your life essence.

To be precise, every single blood pill you've consumed over the years has been depleting your life force.

Rather than saying you're a martial artist who has broken through his limits, it's more accurate to say you're a pathetic wretch whose health has been constantly depleted by the Blood Pill, and who's already terminally ill.

Qin Changye's words drew a loud sneer from Tie Shilei: "Trying to disturb my mind with nonsense? Let me tell you, it's impossible. Over the years, my heart has been as solid as a rock, unshakable."

Qin Changye shook his head and continued, "If I'm not mistaken, you cough up blood after every battle, and your hair turns white in clumps. Your current full head of red hair is just dyed on. In addition, every day at midnight, your Fengyin acupoint will experience excruciating pain..."

Tie Shilei's sneer froze instantly.

Because everything Qin Changye said was true.

This shows that Qin Changye wasn't talking nonsense, but truly saw through the essence of the problem at a glance.

Previously, he thought that the Blood Pill was not perfect and that he could solve these problems by taking a few more pills and conducting more experiments.

Now it seems...

He spent sixty years drawing blood from tens of thousands of children, and what he finally refined might not be a miraculous medicine to break through limits, but a deadly poison?!

"Could it be that I really went down the wrong path?" He lowered his head, his lips trembling violently. The series of battles, coupled with the severe injury to his shoulder, had left his already critically ill body completely exhausted.

His exhausted body made the problems Qin Changye pointed out even more apparent.

The irrefutable facts seem to have proven everything!

puff!

The collapse of his Dao heart caused him to vomit blood continuously, and he even had no mind to defend against Qin Changye's next sword strike.

This sword pierced his chest and heart, extinguishing his last glimmer of hope.

His pupils rapidly dilated, his consciousness began to blur, and his body grew colder and colder.

"Is this what death feels like?"

In the final moments of his life, he seemed to return to the age of ten.

On that sunny afternoon, a long queue formed at the entrance of the family ancestral hall, where all the children of the same age were waiting for the annual dantian test.

When it was his turn, his father patted him on the shoulder, his face full of expectation.

With a confident smile on his lips, he stood on the Awakening Stone under the watchful eyes of the crowd, placing his hands on the cold stone surface.

He waited for the Awakening Stone to emit a brilliant light, like his father, his elder brother, and all the cultivators whom the family was proud of.

However, the Awakening Stone did not emit light.

He pressed down on the stone with all his might, one press after another, each one heavier than the last, but the Awakening Stone remained silent.

The father's expression changed from expectation to disappointment, and then he silently turned and left.

He hurriedly chased after him, declaring confidently, "Father, even without a dantian, I can still cultivate martial arts to become a saint, or even a great emperor!"

The father did not turn around; his silent figure grew farther and farther away, disappearing into the bright sunlight.

From then on, his father never patted him on the shoulder again.

His older brother, his younger brother and sister, and even the girl he had admired for three whole years, all looked at him with only disappointment.

This was more suffocating to him than any mockery.

He vowed to forge a path suitable for martial arts practitioners to advance, to impress his father and everyone else.

After that, his hands were stained with too much blood, his knife killed too many people, and he carried too many infamy.

He was focused on refining the Blood Pill and was finally close to success, only to suddenly realize that it was all a joke...

Tie Shilei is dead. He died today, but he also died when he was ten years old!

Qin Changye retrieved the Ink Sword and the Thirteen Swords of Immortal Slaughter, and with a casual wave of his hand, he put Tie Shilei's corpse into the first floor of the Burial Tower.

The red burial soil surged and swallowed the corpse of the fifth level of the King Martial Realm.

A moment later, a beam of red energy as thick as a bowl roared out of the soil and entered Qin Changye's body.

The quantitative change leads to a qualitative change at this moment.

This red energy, like a heavy hammer, shattered Qin Changye's cultivation bottleneck.

King Martial Realm, First Heaven!

The moment his cultivation broke through, the Immortal Burial Tower, which was as tall as the sky, in his sea of ​​consciousness trembled violently.

On the second-level tower wall, the white runes that had been dormant for countless millennia suddenly lit up, like stars that had been ignited, illuminating the entire sea of ​​consciousness with extraordinary brightness.

"The second level of the Burial Tower is finally about to open!"

Qin Changye's face showed anticipation. His consciousness transformed into a phantom and entered his sea of ​​consciousness. He pushed open the door of the second floor of the Burial Immortal Tower.