Free Web NovelChapter 572: Chapter 189: Places Where the High Tower Creator Stayed
At the vast chasm, both the Tyrant and Bai Wu caught sight of what lay nine hundred meters below.
"There are more gaps; this place... It’s like a dungeon with several layers," the Tyrant said.
Nine hundred meters below, there was also an expanse of developed space, where many black pyramidal towers had grown.
They were pitch-black yet glistened, as if they were some kind of black crystalline substance.
However, directly beneath the chasm, there was another gap, indicating that it was possible to descend further.
Although the bottom was visible, it was difficult to estimate with the naked eye just how far the current position was from the lowest level.
Bai Wu looked up at the ceiling, densely covered with twisted human faces; a sight that would definitely drive a normal person insane.
[Your clever analyst is unable to figure out anything; he only knows that the clues lie below.]
The clues are below.
Bai Wu remembered that everyone had attempted to describe the Well.
They believed it was a plane constructed from human negative emotions.
Looking at the ceiling now, it did seem to have a bit of that sense.
But Bai Wu always felt that the Well was actually a forbidden place.
A place that should not exist.
The opening of the Well led to the fracturing of the Hei Wu, originally only the land of Sheng Country was twisted and covered, but now it had become a worldwide phenomenon.
Although the Well had always been spreading for seven hundred years, expanding several times.
In Tang Jing’s dreams, and in the descriptions of Travelers from the initial mine areas, there were precedents for the Well’s natural spread, but the catastrophe faced by the people of Sheng Country seven hundred years ago might have stemmed from the Well being forcibly opened, much like the recent calamities in the area beyond the Mist.
"It’s a pity Jing Er is not here; otherwise, I could ask how, as the guardian, he managed to close the Well."
Bai Wu stroked his chin, contemplating, but the Tyrant jumped down without hesitation.
Bai Wu quickly followed suit.
They entered the next level.
Unlike the previous level, this one was filled with many black pyramidal towers, resembling fangs or seemingly crystal mines scattered everywhere.
Bai Wu glanced at them and resorted to his old method.
Prayle’s Eye soon provided an answer.
[You can think of them as some kind of forging material, but you lack a furnace. Don’t be fooled by their abundance; when you actually use them, you’ll find everything is not enough.]
The Tyrant said,
"This place is strange... it’s completely different from the fourth level I had envisioned, which I thought would be a more... vast world."
"So you do know the way to enter the fourth level?" Bai Wu asked.
The Tyrant replied,
"On your way to the third level, you need to constantly go through killings. The method of killing on the fourth level is a bit special, and I am not sure about it. It’s just that at the time, in order to save you, I couldn’t care too much."
Bai Wu nodded,
"Let’s continue downward and see. Right now, we might be inside one of the towers, but perhaps you weren’t wrong; this is a more vast world. Maybe we’ll soon put an end to this journey through the Well World."
The third level.
Unlike the second level, although the third level also had many black pyramidal towers, some of the towers—it seemed as if they had been chopped off at the waist.
The towers stood like black gleaming fingers. However, a significant portion of these fingers had been hacked by someone. freewebnøvel.coɱ
In light of the strange scenes and the association of the towers with raw materials, Bai Wu felt that everything had a reasonable explanation.
Someone had been here.
Someone once mined these materials.
"We continue downward."
Without exploring this level, Bai Wu and the Tyrant decisively entered the fourth level.
In the fourth level, there were still plenty of pyramidal black towers, however, Bai Wu noted a forging table.
Amidst the many black towers, there was an open space.
It was an area enclosed by black crystal, with even some incomplete weaponry laid out around it.
Both the Tyrant and Bai Wu took note of this, and this time Bai Wu decided to go have a look.
The two continually surveyed their surroundings and didn’t sense any presence.
Approaching the workbench, Bai Wu saw several sheets of paper.
They were filled with Sequence script.
"I haven’t learned this stuff well; I can translate the simple parts, but I can’t do anything about the more advanced ones," said Bai Wu.
Sequence script, like human writing, had evolved many times.
What Bai Wu had seen and learned before was the simplest form, akin to a simplified character version of Sequence script.
Now it had become complex, like traditional characters.
Although it was said that people from Sheng Country, even if they couldn’t write in traditional characters, had an innate talent for reading them, Sequence script was different.
The Tyrant said,
"There’s not much content, just different experimental weapons."
"The broken sword of lies."
The Tyrant pointed toward a particular sketch.
"The staff of betrayal."
"The greatsword of pride, the ring of sloth, the gauntlet of bloodlust, the heavy blade of wrath, the umbrella of melancholy, the bow and arrow of lust."
The Tyrant flipped through the sketches on the workbench, reciting the names of these weapons to Bai Wu.
Bai Wu, listening to the Tyrant’s translation, wasn’t sure if he should critique the method of naming these weapons; they were—unique, or perhaps arbitrary.
Named after negative emotions or the darker facets of human nature, these reminded Bai Wu inevitably of the Seven Sins in his hand.
So far, some of the Seven Sins had been destroyed.
Including those in Bai Wu’s possession, and even those created by Alpha, not to mention a replica made by Jing Si, though it turned out to be disposable.
The two critical elements to ending the Twisted: the Seven Deadly Sins Weapons and the puzzle pieces.
Bai Wu had always been concerned about what exactly these two things could do.
The Seven Deadly Sins Weapons indeed made Bai Wu feel powerful, but this increase was very limited and certainly insufficient to correct the world.
Bai Wu glanced at the weapon rack near the workbench. The weapons were all damaged and broken. It was clearly visible that they resembled the designs on the sketches, but all... had failed.
Bai Wu remembered that Alpha had made a weapon on the sixth floor of the High Tower, but he hadn’t explored the sixth floor completely.
This Envy Greatsword was a replica, created by Alpha during the great battle based on memories of the genuine article.
Compared to the real Seven Sins, Pride and Greed that Bai Wu possessed, this imitation Envy Greatsword was actually not too bad.
But Bai Wu knew well that an imitation was just an imitation. Weapons manufactured by Alpha were not inferior to the Seven Sins in combat performance, but when it came to the place where the true purpose of the seven weapons was to be enacted, imitations could not replace the genuine articles.
Bai Wu realized a key point, and combining what he had seen today, he suddenly guessed,
"We might have come to... the place where the High Tower Creator manufactured the Seven Deadly Sins long ago?"
The Tyrant nodded,
"It seems so."
Bai Wu pondered,
"I once received a revelation to go to Denglin City to seek out Pride and Greed."
"I’ve been wondering why the revelation didn’t give me more content about the Seven Sins Weapons. Later, I thought there might be two reasons."
"The first reason is that the rest of the Seven Sins Weapons are hidden in places I can’t find. Telling me would be of no use."
"The second reason is... perhaps the genuine Seven Sins Weapons only left these two, and while imitations might enhance combat ability, they will not play a crucial role in the ultimate showdown with Alpha."
The Tyrant, having heard this, clearly made a comparison,
"I’m more inclined toward the second one."
"Yes, now I’ve discovered something, the Seven Deadly Sins Weapons are not unique. Only by collecting all seven of them can we battle with Alpha. Separated, they may provide combat power, but they would merely serve as a Spirit Possession item."
Bai Wu was somewhat excited.
The Tyrant also understood Bai Wu’s meaning, and quickly, the Tyrant found the sketches that most closely resembled the Seven Sins Weapons.
The greatsword of pride, the ring of sloth, the heavy blade of wrath, the bow and arrow of lust.
The shield of gluttony, the dagger of envy, the greatsword of jealousy.
These sketches and notes appeared more orderly, as if they were inscribed by some mechanical device.
As for the other schematics, such as those for weapons like lies, depression, and betrayal, their text and pattern styles were completely different from the seven above, possessing something akin to an individual’s personal style.
Bai Wu deduced—
The Seven Sins schematics belonged to the Inner World, while the rest were someone’s personal creations.
Bloodthirsty knuckles, treacherous clubs, depressive umbrellas...
Such a waste in naming, what kind of thought process?
Bai Wu had some guesses about who this person might be, but he would need to find something more personal to be sure.
"Proceed to the next level."
"If this is the schematics for the Seven Deadly Sins Weapons, don’t you think you need these things?" the Tyrant looked at Bai Wu.
Bai Wu replied,
"There should still be enough materials here, but there aren’t many floors left below us, so we might as well take a look and see if there’s other intelligence on the lower floors."
Exploration is a joyous thing.
The High Tower Creator initially defeated Alpha, and although it seemed that Alpha had the last laugh, leaving behind many contingencies, Bai Wu always felt that the struggle of the previous era...
It shouldn’t be so definitive for the High Tower Creator to exit the stage.
...
...
The fifth level.
After a nine-hundred-meter free fall, Bai Wu saw an incredibly shocking scene during this process.
The fifth level was completely different from the previous four levels...
Many palaces appeared on the fifth level.
Interestingly, Bai Wu seemed to perceive a sense of both the future and history from these palaces, two entirely different sensations.
It was impossible to describe these spherical palaces with words; they had a tribal feel with a touch of technology.
The odd hieroglyphs were also beyond Bai Wu’s understanding.
But Bai Wu knew what the huge object in the middle of the fifth level was.
"The Well."
There was such a thing at the center of the fifth level of the High Tower.
Later, the water from the Well was divided up by seventy-two rulers.
In the end...
After continual slaughter among the seventy-two rulers, a grand ruler battle royale, eight people survived.
Of course, there were more than eight, including those who fled, such as Lilith, Cain, and Xu Wei, hiding their real names.
After Bai Wu landed, it was hard for him not to think that similar events had once happened here.
Perhaps a long time ago, many people fought here.
The center of the conflict was the Well water in the middle.
Bai Wu had always been puzzled.
The Well Water on the fifth level of the High Tower, the Eternal Spring, was purified Well Water.
Where did this Well Water come from?
Now that he saw what seemed like a reflection of the High Tower, or another version of it, he gradually had some speculation and connection.
The Tyrant also noticed the building at the center.
A vast Well.
This Well was not deep; Bai Wu had seen during the nine-hundred-meter fall that the Well was empty.
Long since dried up. freёwebnoѵel.com
The true fifth level of the High Tower also had a similar structure, but later, the eight great rulers dismantled it.
The Eternal Spring was also divided up among people.
In this place, the contents of the Well were gone, but the Well structure itself remained on the fifth level.
"What a strange place. What do we do now?"
"Search."
"Search for what?" Although the Tyrant’s vision could see many things and perceive disguises hidden in the void,
he could not see the playful notes.
In Bai Wu’s eyes, the "mark" given by Prayle’s Eye had already appeared.
Just like what he saw on the first layer of the Well World in the Pure Well Area.
A huge exclamation mark appeared on a particular building.
Knowing Bai Wu’s ability, the Tyrant did not ask more and followed Bai Wu toward the targeted building.
Both of them were very cautious on their way because they saw many damaged buildings.
But as it turned out, there was unquestionably no sign of any living being here.
Bai Wu said,
"I have a hypothesis."
"Just say it."
"The ones who used to live here are from the previous civilization, the one that nurtured the Twisted Master Alpha and the High Tower Creator."
"I’m thinking the same."
"But that civilization should have been mighty. If they fought here, the buildings shouldn’t be this intact."
Bai Wu hit the nail on the head.
On the fifth level of the High Tower, all the rulers engaged in a bloody civil war, leaving eight who survived for seven hundred years.
In the Well’s fifth level, everything seemed to have a counterpart.
Bai Wu also guessed that the owner of those schematics from the previous level was the High Tower Creator.
If this place was the previous civilization, then these people’s strength must indeed have been extraordinary.
If they fought for the substance in the central Well like the rulers on the fifth level of the High Tower... the destructive power would certainly be astonishing.
But strangely, the buildings Bai Wu saw, although many were damaged, most were still intact.
It seemed they did not undergo a large-scale internal conflict.
Finally, Bai Wu reached the target building.
The spherical building was huge, and Bai Wu appeared as an ant beneath a soccer ball.
Such grand structures were numerous on the fifth level.
Bai Wu saw the door.
The door was ajar, clearly indicating that no one had lived here for a very long time.
He suddenly felt a bit nervous.
About the High Tower Creator, about the previous civilization, about the Well’s secrets...
The ultimate puzzle of the entire world was hidden behind the door.
The origin of distortion, the beginning of all battles.
So much so that Bai Wu hesitated as he touched the door.
"I have never felt fear; after losing my emotions, it seems I forgot what it feels like."
Bai Wu looked at the door, his eyes filled with confusion:
"Tyrant, my intuition has never deceived me... Perhaps behind this door lies the truth behind everything."
"You are unsettled, afraid." The Tyrant sensed Bai Wu’s emotions.
A faint purple mist entwined around Bai Wu.
This was a passive ability passed on to him by his mother, which materialized his emotions when they fluctuated.
Bai Wu indeed felt unsettled; this unease gradually turned into fear.
The truth could bring hope for a breakthrough or lead to deeper despair, and no one knew.
At this moment, even Bai Yuan in the Inner World put aside his usual attitude of watching the excitement.
After a moment of silence, Bai Wu still pushed the door open.
The mystery of the already doomed civilization that once controlled the Well was about to be unveiled.
