Nine Flames Heavenly Fire Tower

Han Feng's decision to wait had been purely instinctual.

He often questioned whether he was walking into a trap, knowing that one misstep could spell his doom. Yet when he considered the cultivation hierarchy—Heaven Rank, Earth Rank, Mystic Rank, and Human Rank—he understood the harsh reality: those with Lower-grade aptitude had precious few paths to advancement.

Even Mystic Rank cultivators could only dominate in small territories. The Great Jin Nation was surrounded by larger, more powerful empires. The thought of spending his future cowering in some dark corner of the kingdom filled Han Feng's heart with unease.

He remembered his childhood, when his grandfather Han Yu, the family head, had approached his mother's family with such humility.

Better to gamble on this mystery than resign himself to a life of mediocrity.

The worst outcome was death.

But if this proved to be a treasure...

He drew a deep breath, steadying himself. The basic Cultivation Method continued its familiar circuit through his body, its path now deeply ingrained.

His energy center continuously generated wisps of Internal Strength, only for the golden-red light to absorb them as always.

Yet Han Feng sensed that the shroud of golden-red light was finally reaching its culmination.

The next morning, his body suddenly trembled. To his astonishment, the radiant light in his heart burst forth, materializing before him as a golden-red tower.

"What's happening? What is this?"

Recognition dawned in Han Feng's eyes. "This tower... isn't this the oddly cheap trinket I bought from that stall before my transmigration? Is this what allowed me to cross worlds even in my dreams?"

His expression darkened as he reflected on his past life. Though it hadn't been perfect, he had lived comfortably compared to this strange world of Martial Cultivators. At least in his previous life, one could live safely by simply avoiding the powerful.

But in this world, human life held little value.

Han Feng shook off his melancholy. "What's done is done. I'll forget my past life—erase it completely and start anew. From this moment forward, I am Han Feng."

As if responding to his resolution, the golden-red tower dissipated with a soft whisper, flowing back into his heart.

Moments later, a golden-red tower mark appeared on his chest, as if freshly tattooed into his skin.

It radiated warmth beneath his touch.

Suddenly, his vision blurred to darkness. When it cleared, he found himself standing in a vast hall.

The immense chamber was spotlessly clean yet eerily empty, save for a single cauldron at its center.

"How did I get here? Where is this place? Inside the golden-red tower?"

Han Feng's mind raced with questions, but that last suspicion felt right.

The hall suddenly trembled as golden-red light flooded the space. An overwhelming pressure descended, draining the color from Han Feng's face. He felt impossibly small, trapped within this mysterious chamber.

The light split into two beams that shot toward him with blinding speed. He tried to dodge, but the rays moved faster than thought. If even Human Rank or Mystic Rank experts couldn't evade such power, what hope did he have when he hadn't even reached Mortal Rank?

The light engulfed him, and Han Feng cried out in panic.

Information flooded his mind like a tidal wave, threatening to split his skull.

Veins bulged on his forehead as his face contorted in agony. He collapsed, clutching his head and writhing in pain. Minutes passed, and his clothes became drenched with sweat, his situation growing increasingly desperate.

"Damn it! Is this thing trying to kill me?"

"Why won't it stop? What's happening to me?"

"No, I can't lose consciousness. What if I never wake up? Is this how I die? No, I refuse!"

"I want to keep cultivating until I become a supreme Martial Cultivator!"

"What does it matter if my aptitude is Lower-grade? That doesn't mean I can't advance! With enough dedication and effort, even those with poor aptitude can rise to greater heights. I won't die here!"

Han Feng's emotional outburst continued until consciousness finally slipped away.

The light beams gradually faded into nothingness.

Four hours later, Han Feng stirred with a soft groan. His eyes opened lazily.

"So that's what it was..."

He sat up, touching his head with a puzzled frown.

Minutes passed as his memories settled into place.

"I survived! It feels incredible to be alive! But wait... there's so much new knowledge in my mind."

Han Feng closed his eyes, and instantly, vast amounts of information flooded his consciousness. His body trembled as he nearly blacked out again from the sheer volume of knowledge.

Joy spread across his face as he processed the information. "This is it—my true fortune! With the Nine Flames Heavenly Fire Tower, I can forge my path to becoming a supreme cultivator!"

The Nine Flames Heavenly Fire Tower was one of the greatest treasures of the Great Path throughout the entire Pangu Universe.

In the Pangu Universe, Almighty Magic Treasures were classified by their nature: Acquired Spiritual Treasure, Acquired Ultimate Treasure, Innate Spiritual Treasure, and Innate Ultimate Treasure. Above these stood the Chaotic Spiritual Treasure and Chaotic Ultimate Treasure.

Yet the greatest treasures of the Great Path transcended even Chaotic Ultimate Treasures. They existed, but were incomparably rare.

These treasures were born from eternal nurturing. The Nine Flames Heavenly Fire Tower ranked as the tenth greatest treasure created by the Pangu Universe's Great Path.

By common knowledge, there should only be nine greatest treasures of the Great Path. The Nine Flames Heavenly Fire Tower's very existence defied this law.

For this transgression, the Great Path had sealed it away. Ten trillion years passed before fate guided it into Han Feng's hands.

It seemed destined that Han Feng would become its chosen wielder. Upon contact with the isolated Nine Flames Heavenly Fire Tower, he had unlocked a portion of its power.

Though the Pangu Universe had rejected the tower's existence, it had become the very force behind Han Feng's transmigration. A mere fraction of its energy had carried him into this desolate, damaged world.

Here, the Nine Flames Heavenly Fire Tower could finally manifest its true potential!

How could Han Feng not rejoice at receiving such a heavenly treasure?

His eyes flashed red as he gazed at the cauldron in the hall's center. "My breakthrough from Mortal Rank to Human Rank will depend on you, All Creatures Fire Cauldron!"