Chapter 135: Change in the Tower

Inside the tower, after the illusions disappeared for everyone, the number of presences within it had drastically decreased.

The air grew denser, and the blue light that dominated the walls began to vibrate with greater intensity, as if something was changing.

It was at that moment that the ground trembled.

A deep sound echoed from beneath the tower.

The walls shone, and red fissures appeared and began to spread, rapidly climbing up to the ceiling of the great tower.

In seconds, a crimson energy erupted from the ground.

It was alive, pulsating, like boiling blood.

It rose in a spiral, breaking through the limits of the tower, and mixed with the blue energy, creating a brutal contrast of power.

The entire structure then began to glow in two colors.

The right side took on bluish tones, serene and calm. While the left side of the tower turned dark red, violent and oppressive.

From outside, everyone could see the transformation.

Half of the tower was pure, while the other half exuded an energy that made everyone’s skin crawl.

Inside the tower, everyone felt the structure around them trembling, but still without understanding what was really happening.

Soon after, another strange thing occurred. Everyone felt the blood inside their bodies vibrate, as if their veins were being lightly pulled toward the tower.

The blood pressure was heavy, suffocating. The weaker ones staggered, but the pressure lasted only a few moments. Then, the trembling of the tower stopped, as if nothing had happened.

Inside the isolated rooms, nothing changed. The walls remained white and silent. Those who had passed the first test wondered what was happening.

Kyrian lifted his gaze. His gray eyes narrowed as he looked at the ceiling.

For a brief moment, he felt a connection with an energy he was already familiar with.

Silence reigned for a few seconds inside the tower.

The blue light of the walls flickered as if trying to stabilize, but something was preventing it.

The vibration suddenly returned, and every cultivator inside the tower felt their body tremble along with it, they had to reinforce their bodies with Qi to stay stable.

Then, the tower once again tried to move everyone together to the next test.

A faint blue glow appeared beneath the feet of those who had passed the first test, and the runes began to form once more.

It was the sign that they would be transported again to another place.

But before the light could complete the pattern, a brutal force exploded from underground.

The ground cracked, and a crimson beam pierced through the floor, devouring the blue lines.

The pure glow was swallowed in an instant, and the runes completely went out.

The tower shook.

Sounds echoed through the walls like the beating of a heart.

The blue energy tried to resist, but the blood energy won.

The red force climbed up the walls, corrupting the symbols and draining the pure Qi from the tower.

Then, the cultivators still scattered across the various rooms felt the ground move.

The walls began to dissolve like blue dust, and in the blink of an eye, everyone was engulfed by a dark red light.

The transfer began, but it was different from what had been expected.

Instead of being moved to the next floor, everyone was dragged to the same point as before.

When the light dissipated, the young cultivators stood in a vast red hall.

The floor was made of smooth black stones, stained with living blood symbols that pulsed like veins.

The air was heavy and hot.

The sound of slow heartbeats echoed in the background, coming from all directions.

The walls then glowed in dark tones, and a metallic scent filled the air.

Kyrian looked around.

The red light reflected off his skin, and his eyes changed immediately as he sensed the strong presence of blood energy.

The flame-shaped pupils vanished, and the blood eyes appeared in vivid crimson.

His eyes now seemed to merge with the environment.

He had recognized the energy as soon as it emerged, and now he could feel it spread throughout the hall. Whether on the floor, the walls, or the ceiling, everywhere he looked, he could see a presence.

The others began to notice the danger as well.

Wu Jian frowned, feeling the Qi within his body waver.

Mo Tianhai placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, ready to react.

Shen Yu kept his gaze firm, watching everything in silence.

Suddenly, the sound in the air changed.

A low noise echoed in every direction, and the ground began to emit an even stronger light.

The blood runes started to move, forming circles around each of those present.

“It’s a new test…”

Mo Xia said, feeling the changes happening around her.

No one answered, they were too worried about what would happen next.

Then, the runes connected. The crimson energy rose in the form of columns, and the ground split open in cracks that released a thick red mist.

That mist filled the air in seconds.

And then, Kyrian and the others suddenly saw figures beginning to emerge from within the fissures.

Kyrian saw them not only rising from the ground but also from the ceiling and the walls, where earlier he had seen presences through his blood eyes.

Those figures were entirely made of blood and blood Qi.

They had human shapes, but their faces were vague, with hollow eyes and empty expressions.

And the Qi they emitted was brutal.

Kyrian and the others noticed immediately there was one figure for each of those present. The blood figures had emerged close to them.

And their strength was at least three stages above the young cultivators who would face them.

About a hundred of them had formed. And thus, another test had begun.

Kyrian watched one of the creatures move. Its body was fluid, as if the blood that composed it possessed a will of its own.

When the being attacked its target, the air vibrated. The fist tore through the air and exploded against the wall, leaving a red streak that spread like ink.

A disciple from the He Clan, holding his spear, was struck before he could even react.

His body was pierced by the blood and drained within seconds. His blood was ripped from his veins and flew into the creature, which absorbed it completely, growing denser.

Kyrian frowned at that moment, for what had happened was not what he had expected.

Instead of the figure disappearing after killing its target, the blood figure strengthened itself with the blood of the dead and then began to advance towards another young cultivator who was already in combat.

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