Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1092 - 196_5

When the two of them came up, all the bells collectively rang again, it seems that they were still very welcome here.

The number of people on the fourth floor was halved, yet the bells all rang.

The fifth floor, sixth floor, seventh floor... all the way up to the eighth floor, it was the same.

As the floors ascended, the number of corpses decreased, but the pressure emitted from their bodies became more intense.

Logically, since they were already dead and suppressed by the tall tower, it was impossible for any breath to be revealed.

Thus, this pressure is inherently carried, either from having done many remarkable things or from being genuinely remarkable individuals, capable of exhibiting the attitude of a dead tiger still awe-inspiring.

Li Zhiyuan: "Did you see your family's relatives?"

Zhao Yi seemed to hear something very absurd, pointed at his own nose, and asked in return:

"You actually have the nerve to ask me that question? Who could have more relatives than your family?"

In the Jianghu Xuanmen, the Dragon King family naturally stands as the most influential.

A family frequently producing Dragon Kings also implies that there are more outstanding figures in the family's generation.

Those people surely traveled extensively during their lifetimes, and of course, the more dangerous and mysterious places they went, the higher the probability their corpses appeared.

Historically, Jiujiang Zhao only ever produced Zhao Wuyang as a Dragon King, although the Zhao family hasn't declined, not producing another Dragon King in successive generations clearly indicates this was Zhao Wuyang's pinnacle rather than Jiujiang Zhao's collective height, creating a notable disparity.

As for the Qin and Liu families, they are genuine Dragon King Families, people are sparse in the present era but when it comes to the ancestral heritage, they genuinely fear no one.

What's more, in Li Zhiyuan's generation, bearing two Dragon King's Courts is like combining the relatives of two families into one.

Although Li Zhiyuan's surname is Li, Liu Yumei didn't make him change his surname, but once entering the court, the ancestors of the two families are considered akin to Li Zhiyuan's ancestors, for heritage relationships are indeed deeper and more important than blood relationships, more overlooked.

Li Zhiyuan: "I'm not lying, I haven't seen my family's relatives here, my ancestors aren't interested in immortal ascension."

Zhao Yi: "I'm not lying either, I haven't seen my family's relatives here, although my ancestors should be quite interested in immortal ascension but lacked the ability to pass through here."

When ascending to the ninth floor, Zhao Yi signaled Li Zhiyuan to stop first:

"Wait a moment, let me go up first."

"Alright." Li Zhiyuan withdrew his steps.

The higher the floors, the higher the corresponding requirements, Zhao Yi felt increasingly apprehensive, as these feelings were a test of his own caliber.

He worried that if he ascended to the ninth floor with the youth, should the bells ring again, who would they be ringing for?

Hopefully, it wasn't ringing for himself, while he was just giggling foolishly, feeling good about himself.

Zhao Yi went up to the ninth floor, all the bells rang.

Li Zhiyuan heard the commotion, and walked into the ninth floor, all the bells rang again.

Zhao Yi wore a smile on his face.

Li Zhiyuan: "You could actually be a bit more confident."

Zhao Yi: "I was very confident until I met you."

Next, ascending to the tenth floor.

Similar to before, Zhao Yi went up first, Li Zhiyuan waited on the stairs.

There were only nine people left on the tenth floor, each with an individual armchair, as soon as Zhao Yi ascended, immense pressure was felt, and sweat began to bead on his forehead.

The bells rang, this time only two out of nine rang.

Li Zhiyuan walked up, and all nine bells rang again.

Zhao Yi: "See, the difference shows."

Li Zhiyuan said nothing.

Zhao Yi: "I think I might as well settle at the eighth floor spot, I won't stand a chance above."

Li Zhiyuan still didn't speak.

Zhao Yi came over and said: "But, that won't stop me from going up to take a look with you."

The twelfth floor was a big bell, so only the next eleventh floor had people.

Li Zhiyuan and Zhao Yi walked up together.

Yu Miaomiao was here too, she held talisman paper left hand, and incense right hand.

This floor had only three people, each sitting on a flatbed, respectively occupying three sides apart from the stair entrance.

An old man in a purple Daoist robe, horsetail whisk on the knee, immortal demeanor and solid bone.

A middle-aged woman in a black long dress, holding a treasure sword, accompanied by sharpness.

The third, with crane hair and childlike face, making it hard to determine his actual age, lay on bed sideways, left hand supporting his head, and right hand holding an open book.

His eyes were closed, and the pages were blank.

The people below, despite being deceased, still had residual power. Whereas these three gave a stronger special feeling, that is... still alive though dead.

When Li Zhiyuan and Zhao Yi came up, none of the bells rang.

However, there was no need to feel saddened, as Yu Miaomiao too faced the same situation, if they rang, there would be no need for her to perform the rite of worship here.

The talisman paper burned to ashes, as the incense quickly burned and instantly dissipated.

Yu Miaomiao performed the Yu Family rite to the three:

"Junior Yu Miaomiao, a River Walker from the Luoyang Yu Family, respectfully asks the seniors to lend a hand, help me win this chance of immortality!"

As soon as the words fell, a bell sound rang, it was the woman with the sword in the black dress.

The treasure sword seemed to have sensed something, slightly unsheathed, and emitted a faint hum.

Yu Miaomiao's face showed delight, she bowed to the woman again: "Thank you, senior, your great favor will never be forgotten by this junior!"

After speaking, Yu Miaomiao scratched the tip of her finger with her nail, dropping her blood into the bell, as incited by the gradually filled groove with blood, the suppression aura of the tower over the woman also gradually dissipated.

Finally, the bell fell off, landing in Yu Miaomiao's hand, she gently waved it, and the woman in the black dress rose from the flatbed.