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The Tower of Heaven.

An ancient, towering enigma said to grant any wish, unveil any secret, and provide anyone who enters its floors a path to Godhood; it stands as a beacon of both hope and despair. 

For untold centuries, its immense power has drawn countless seekers, yet none have ever emerged from its depths.

This Tower is engraved in the world’s myths as the meeting place of mortals and Gods, a realm where anything was possible. It is a monument to mystery and the pursuit of glory.

However, for one man, it represents the last chance for redemption and the key to unraveling his tumultuous past.

The Heavenly Emperor, a great ruler from an era long forgotten. was betrayed by those he trusted and died with a heart full of regret and a thirst for vengeance.
 
Only, the end of his life was not the end of his story. Reborn into a new world, he finds himself drawn to the Tower of Heaven, driven by the desire to understand his reincarnation and to reclaim his lost honor.

The path ahead is filled with unforeseen twists and hidden depths. Unbeknownst to him, his destiny is interwoven with forces and secrets far beyond his wildest dreams.

The advent of the former Heavenly Emperor begins here.

And with each step he takes, the Heavens themselves quake in anticipation.


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Tower of Heaven

"As long as you can put this around the child's neck, it will calm down."

Feng Ziran's words were almost drowned out in the chaos, but Atlas barely managed to hear them.

He looked up at the item in her hands with strained eyes. It was a golden band with a sleek design that looked more like a bracelet than anything else.

"It will expand if you fill it with qi! When it's around the child's neck, you will form a temporary slave contract with it, making you its master. This is the only way."

Feng Ziran was a Divine Beast. For her to be telling him, a human, to enslave another Divine Beast…

It was because she knew that she would not be able to move from this position without dying. If it was him, there was a chance that he could make it to the center of the storm.

Each and every word caused her great pain, but she had to speak them.

Atlas looked out at the blazing hellstorm beyond their defenses and gritted his teeth.

Divine Beast Cub [5]