Breaking Limits in the Tower of Trials

Luo Chuan sat at the shop's entrance, a faint smile on his lips as the lively voices echoed from within the store. Life was becoming more enjoyable by the day.

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"Did the boss create an entirely new world just for a game?"

Standing amidst an endless prairie, Bu Lige glanced at the scenery around him, marveling at how indistinguishable it was from reality.

Bu Shiyi shared his awe, her delicate face reflecting the shock she felt.

"Get ready. The first wave of attacks is coming," Yao Ziyan's voice rang out at just the right moment, grounding them in the reality that this was a fabricated world.

As her words fell, the sound of howling wolves filled the air.

In the distance, a massive gray wolf charged toward them.

"Damn!" Bu Lige exclaimed, startled.

Even knowing it was only a game, the sheer realism of the scene sent shivers down his spine.

Out of instinct, Bu Lige attempted to summon his spiritual power, only to realize it was completely absent. His expression shifted dramatically.

In this game, he was no longer a cultivator—just an ordinary person.

"Damn it! It's just a game, right? You think I'll back down?" Fueled by frustration, Bu Lige charged at the wolf instead of retreating.

"Ahhh!"

A scream echoed.

Bu Lige fell in battle.

Not far away, Bu Shiyi managed to kill the first wolf but was soon surrounded by three more. Despite her best efforts, she met the same fate.

The siblings removed their helmets, their faces pale.

Though it had only been a game, the fear of death had felt undeniably real.

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"How do you feel?" Yao Ziyan asked with a knowing smile.

"It's completely indistinguishable from reality!" Bu Lige exclaimed, still shaken. "Sister Ziyan, are you sure this is just a game?"

Yao Ziyan nodded. "Of course. The boss said so himself. And don't forget—you can resurrect after dying in the game. So what's there to be afraid of?"

Bu Lige sighed helplessly. What's there to be afraid of? Easy for her to say—the fear of death wasn't something you could simply shrug off.

Bu Shiyi furrowed her brow, her expression thoughtful. "I think I understand the purpose of this game now. It's not just about entertainment. There's no risk of real danger, but it forces us to confront our limits and push beyond them."

She continued, "For so long, I believed that increasing my cultivation realm directly correlated with strength. But in the game, without spiritual power, I could only use a fraction of my actual abilities. It was a wake-up call—I've been relying too much on my cultivation and neglecting my control."

A knowing smile appeared on Yao Ziyan's face. She had already come to a similar realization.

"Lige, get back in the game. I want to see if I can clear the first floor!" A determined glint appeared in Bu Shiyi's eyes, her fighting spirit reigniting.

Bu Shiyi wasn't just talented—she was considered a prodigy among the younger generation in Nine Stars City. Her determination was unshakable.

"Sister, if you want to play, do it on your own! Don't drag me into this!" Bu Lige protested loudly.

"Lige, you jumped directly from the eighth level of Spiritual Sense to Fatebound Ascension. While your cultivation realm improved, your foundation is far weaker than those who broke through step by step. This game is the perfect opportunity for you to refine your skills."

She smiled sweetly, but to Bu Lige, it was the smile of a devil.

"No...!"

Ignoring his protests, Bu Shiyi grabbed the helmet and practically forced it onto her younger brother's head amidst his cries of despair.