Yang Chan arrived before the high tower. Its many levels stacked one upon another to form the structure, and from its base, he couldn't see the top, which soared into the clouds.
His own tall frame seemed utterly minuscule before it.
The closer he got, the more clearly Yang Chan could sense the tower's vastness. It exuded a peculiar aura, similar to dense Spiritual Qi but mixed with something else that he found difficult to discern. However, this unique aura also put him somewhat at ease.
When Martial Arts Cultivation reached a certain level, one would develop a kind of premonition—an early warning that would only appear when danger was imminent.
Previously, back in the Cyan Yuan Sect, Yang Chan had never experienced such a feeling. But now, the closer he drew to the tower, the clearer it became. This was precisely why he hadn't wanted to approach it.
