The Celestial Treasure Tower, thirtieth floor.
As Chen Qing stepped inside, the Light Sect behind him quietly vanished, and the surrounding scenery opened up before him.
Unlike the environments of the previous floors, the thirtieth floor was a boundless expanse of gray haze.
Underfoot was a smooth floor as hard as Profound Iron. There was nothing overhead, only a single point of faint light gradually brightening in the distant center.
The moment Chen Qing set foot in this place, the purple cluster of light that had long been silent in his mind rippled slightly, sending out a faint throb.
Chen Qing's Heart and Spirit tensed. He immediately suppressed this unusual sensation and focused his mind on what was in front of him.
The faint light rapidly expanded and solidified, finally taking the form of a human figure.
It was a Dark Gold Puppet, well-proportioned and agile, with sleek lines and a surface that shimmered with an obscure luster.
