Corpse Recovery Diver-Chapter 1106 - 200

The old Taoist opened his eyes.

Initially, his eyes were pitch black, gradually, in the central area, a hint of white started to swirl.

When he stood up from the couch, the entire ancient tower trembled.

Immediately, the bells in all the floors fell into violent shaking, as if venting some kind of anxiety and unease.

When the half-face man exposed the ancestor's facial skin, even if only half was revealed, the impact and damage to the rules were unimaginable.

This, the half-face man understood well.

Yet he did not panic.

Firstly, ascension is imminent, there must be changes, if there are no changes, that's what's truly strange.

Secondly, he believed the old Taoist's strength was sufficient to extinguish all external changes.

The bell in front of the old Taoist flew out, and the half-face man opened his mouth and bit the bell.

Being trapped here for so many years, he had countless times felt amazed about how astounding a talent the ancestor was back then, to have set up this situation for ascension and attracted numerous talented practitioners to follow.

Even though the ancestor had passed away for so many years, new blood continuously merged in, with survival of the fittest, automatically supplementing.

The figure of the half-face man reappeared at the tower top, his gaze didn't look down but towards the non-existent sky.

He thought of that figure in green robes from years ago, no matter how he arranged and planned, no matter how hard he tried, it could all be easily dissolved by him.

Even when he used secret techniques, to stifle the future, cut off vitality, merely seeking a tragic victory to prove himself, yet he was still forcefully suppressed.

Then, that figure in green robes actually sighed towards him:

"Your persistence makes me feel pity."

If it was a deliberate ridicule, so be it, after all, the victor becomes king, the loser becomes a bandit.

But the other party was not mocking, it was a sincere lament, which made it even more unacceptable.

The half-face man slowly lowered his head, did not look at Yu Miaomiao who was pushing the door, nor did he pay attention to Yu Cangsheng, but once again focused on that boy.

He liked that child.

In him, he saw the shadow of that figure in green robes.

Both of them had a skill, which was to use the calmest tone to press his face into the mire fiercely.

He,

really missed that feeling.

The old Taoist began descending, with each layer he passed, the shaking of the bells intensified.

Some corpses faintly showed a tendency to rise together, only they hadn't yet reached the critical point.

Li Zhiyuan was still standing at the entrance of the negative third floor, above, Yu Miaomiao was forced to struggle, pushing the door seam wider.

Thus, the sound of the bells inside the ancient tower became clearer in Li Zhiyuan's ears; his hearing was already excellent.

As he listened, he felt entranced.

Li Zhiyuan simply sat cross-legged, beginning to ponder from the sound.

This tower's array shocked him, the design concept of the array amazed him even more.

If one had to make an analogy for this formation, it was akin to countless threads interlinking inside and outside this secret domain.

Only the threads outside the secret domain were sparse, inside they began to densely gather, and this tower was like a spool, everything was centered around it.

The countless dark shadows under the emerald, the dancers and singers on the white imperial path, the corpses in the Kneeling Corpse Pit and all the bodies inside the tower, were bound by the threads while actively helping to pull them, facilitating their operation.

Li Zhiyuan began pondering how to shrink and simplify this model of array.

A thought appeared in his mind, which was based on the original cooperation of his team, incorporating the array's operation.

Connecting Run Sheng, Lin Shuyou, Run Sheng, Yin Meng, including himself, all with "threads"; thus, raising the team's cooperative strength to another level.

With the thought, Li Zhiyuan naturally started deduction.

As soon as it began, his nose itched, with a warm flow dripping.

The young man immediately interrupted his thoughts, wiping his nose with the back of his hand, looking at the red mark above.

The thought was correct, but to successfully deduce it, the energy consumption would be terrible, it would be a long arduous task.

In the current situation, it was inappropriate to undertake such a thing.

Because, the threads here were continuously breaking, the rules were being weakened.

Once rigid and powerful rules collapse, what follows is disorder and loss of control.

At this moment, Li Zhiyuan started attempting to change a perspective, re-examining here, scrutinizing the true purpose of this wave.

Above, Yu Miaomiao having experienced terrifying pain and torment, finally pushed the tower door wide enough.

Yu Cangsheng ended his control over her.

Yu Miaomiao stood at the door, head down, arms hanging.

This body was very strong, showing no change, but her soul seemed to be riddled with holes.

The process before was so torturous, now the resentment in her heart was just as deep.

He claimed it was for the Yu Family, yet he enslaved and drove her like a beast.

She now understood why grandma and the others chose to rebel against the Yu Family "people" back then.

Since grandma and the others could succeed, then she herself…

Yu Miaomiao glanced sidelong at Yu Cangsheng, she hated, but did not dare.

She knew, now she herself, in front of the man who occupied A Yuan's body, had no chance of winning.

Yu Cangsheng: "Alright, go in, you lead the way."

Upon hearing this, Yu Miaomiao, with her back towards Yu Cangsheng, her face became extraordinarily distorted.

Previously, just pushing the door felt like suffering torture, now he wanted her to voluntarily enter the tower?