Apotheosis

The disciples waiting outside the Flow Tower watched the golden dot of light struggle, a satisfied smile playing at their lips.

After all, Zen was a disciple of the same sect as them; it was improper for them to openly jeer at him. Naturally, they hoped Zen would fail. Seeing the wobbly golden dot hinted to failure excited them.

On the other hand, those women in white had no scruples about speaking their mind.

"He has been rated Poor for two consecutive months. He deserves it!"

"Do you see how he's struggling on the first floor? There's no way he'll last. Just you wait. He'll come out when he can't hold on any longer."

"I'm betting it'll take five minutes, at most!"

They all shot hateful glances at Trish and Carrie as they spoke.

"I'm afraid that Mr. Luo won't make it," Carrie said, her voice trembling slightly.

"As long as he tries his best, it doesn't matter how this will end," Trish said reassuringly as she watched the golden dot on the wall of the tower. "What matters is he doesn't give up; he's still trying his best to jump onto the second floor."

"Oh, Trish, you are so good at finding excuses to console yourself..." a woman in white beside Trish said haughtily. "Remember how he promised to you before he entered the tower? Look at him now, he's so lame!" She threw her head back and laughed.

Trish glared at the girl in white.

The woman who was laughing was Winnie Su. She was good at making people feel bad. Usually Trish didn't take things to heart. Nevertheless, Winnie Su insisted on creating drama.

"Time is not up yet. Our master still has the chance to succeed," said Trish calmly.

"Chance? Hahaha...!" Winnie Su could only laugh at Trish's naivete.

Anyone who watched keenly could tell that a weak warrior like Zen barely had the chance of turning the situation around.

Trish was definitely aware of this, but she was reluctant to admit it. Zen was her master, after all.

Time ticked by...

These people had been by the tower for more than twenty hours, yet surprisingly, they waited patiently.

Zen, on the other hand, was still at the bottom of the Flow Tower, motionless.

"The Flame of Soul... It's not a real flame. It should be a kind of energy..."

As Zen grew stronger, he now had a better understanding of how this world worked.

Any matter in the world was created with energy. The sea water of the Sea of Truth, the Other Shore Power, the internal momentum and life vitality... they were all different kinds of energy. And the self that formed in the soul was the ruler that controlled the energy.

'This kind of flame can affect people's emotions. I feel pain because m

Emotion Closing Godly Way, yet his method of using it was regarded as rough. Naturally, he couldn't let this slide.

However, reflecting upon how the Flame of Soul attacked him just now, he realized something.

In the past, Zen just used the Emotion Closing Godly Way as a way of attack, and he hoped that it would become his most powerful swordsmanship.

But, he needed to consider that the Source World was different. The Godly Ways had evolved here for a long time and the methods of using them were more diversified. For example, just now, Zen could have used the Emotion Closing Godly Way to avoid the Flame of Soul from attacking one point on him.

As Zen pondered over this, he gathered his wits and sat cross-legged on the ground.

The Emotion Closing Godly Way he learned did not teach him such a method, so he could only explore it by himself.

There were so many theurgies beyond ways in the divine land, which were also figured out by those True Gods themselves, and Zen thought he could also explore and figure out a theurgy beyond Emotion Closing Godly Way himself.

From outside the tower, the people counted the minutes. Five minutes had passed...

Ten minutes had passed...

Fifteen minutes had passed...

Finally, an hour had passed quickly. The people began to grow restless.

"He just tried twice, and failed twice. Now, he won't even move. What a coward..."

"He might be questioning the meaning of his life at the bottom of the tower!"

"It doesn't matter what he is doing. Time is almost up."

As the women were whispering amongst themselves, the door of one of the courtyard houses behind the Flow Tower quietly creaked open.

A young man in a coir raincoat, with a beautiful girl in his arms, slowly walked towards the tower.