The familiar grassland.
As far as the eye could see, the scene was just as it had been at the beginning, without the slightest change, only now Qingyun's state of body and mind was completely different.
"This should be the last time I come here, I suppose."
After looking around, he could not help but feel a touch of emotion in his eyes as he thought to himself.
He took a deep breath.
Forcing down the excitement in his heart, Qingyun then looked up at the vast and profound Tianqiong, his dark pupils faintly reflecting a giant visage.
That was the consciousness of the God-Demon Tower, which had become agitated and manifest.
Suddenly, a grand Daoist sound rose by his ear, and he did not know if it was an illusion, but he seemed to hear a hint of excitement in it.
"Will you enter the seventh level of the God-Demon Tower again?"
"No," Qingyun decisively refused.
He had already retried it a month earlier, and naturally, there was no need to enter the seventh level again now.