Surviving In A Martial Arts World To Become A Saint

Tianbao Tower, thirtieth level.

As Chen Qing stepped in, the light gate behind him quietly vanished, and the scenery around him suddenly opened up.

Different from the environments of previous levels, the thirtieth level was actually an endless expanse of gray mist.

Beneath his feet was a smooth ground hard as black iron. Above his head was nothing but void. Only in the distant center did a speck of light gradually brighten.

The instant Chen Qing stepped into this place, that purple light cluster long dormant in his mind rippled slightly, transmitting a trace of palpitation.

Chen Qing's mind and spirit tensed. He immediately suppressed this anomaly and concentrated on what lay before him.

That speck of light rapidly enlarged and solidified, ultimately transforming into a human figure.

This was a puppet entirely dark gold in color, with a well-proportioned and vigorous physique, smooth lines, and obscure luster flowing across its surface.

It carried no weapons, merely standing there quietly with both hands naturally hanging at its sides.