At the heart of the Atlantic seabed relic, within the Central Light Tower.
It is well known that every floor of the Central Light Tower exerts unfathomable pressure, each level harder than the last.
According to Law Realm experts, the pressure inside the Central Light Tower is somewhat like reversed gravity or magnetic repulsion... Yet when it comes to the specific principles, no one can understand or guess them!
The pressure within the Central Light Tower lies beyond the scope of human comprehension.
Neither martial arts nor scientific theory can explain where this pressure comes from or how it is generated.
Andrew Han does not understand it—and does not need to.
All he must do is give his all to break through the tower.
"Open!"
Andrew Han gave a low shout and strode two steps forward.
Bringing his palms together, they trembled slightly as a razor-sharp light burst forth. He cleaved forward with a blade of Inner Origin, slicing through the pressure like waves. The saber-light shimmered brilliantly, nearly parting the omnipresent force.
Swish!
The palm-blade cut two or three meters ahead, and the pressure sharply diminished.
"Interesting."
Andrew Han’s expression remained calm as he advanced with the momentum.
The weight of Super-Solid Inner Origin was incomparable... Compared to Andrew Han, ordinary Law Realm experts were like buildings versus a towering mountain. Ocean waves and tsunamis could easily destroy a building, but it would be difficult to topple a mountain.
At this moment, Andrew Han was that mountain!
The jet-black ground remained unshaken, and the inner walls of the Central Light Tower glowed with an indescribable light.
Thud! Thud!
Andrew Han moved forward step by step, sensing the solidity of the jet-black ground beneath his feet, the crystalline form of the tower’s inner walls around him, and the ceaseless pressure enveloping him.
The force pressing down grew ever greater!
Like the rising and falling tides, waves of black-and-white light surged forth, blocking Andrew Han’s advance.
Accompanied by a thunderous roar, the oppressive force on the third floor crashed down like a tsunami, leaving Andrew no room to catch his breath.
If an ordinary Venerable Saint were here, they would surely cough blood and tumble backward.
Yet Andrew was surrounded by swirling streams of light; his Super-Solid Inner Origin formed a sturdy shield covering his body. He strode forward with calm, as if carrying a force of ten thousand tons. No matter how fiercely the Central Light Tower squeezed down, he walked as if strolling through a garden.
Even so, there was no hint of complacency on Andrew’s face.
Even Thundercrest, who was on the verge of Supreme Saint, had stopped at the third floor of the tower. It was clear that the third floor was exceedingly difficult—Andrew could not afford to be careless.
“The first two floors truly weren’t much.”
Andrew struck out with both palms, offsetting some of the pressure for himself. “The real challenge is the third floor. The jet-black ground here stretches three hundred meters, and I’ve only just crossed forty.”
Indeed, in Andrew’s mind, the third floor of the tower was the true test.
The pressure on the first two floors had been so slight, it was almost like a gentle breeze brushing his face.
“But…”
“The tower has no offensive power—only the pressure coming from ahead.” Andrew mused inwardly, a strange thought surfacing: “Why do I feel like this tower was built to conduct some kind of test or assessment?”
The next moment, Andrew felt a surge of doubt and uncertainty.
This five-tiered, impregnable tower—where Venerable Saints could only clear two floors—seemed designed so that only Supreme Saints might hope to reach the fifth.
So then…
Was it built specifically to test Supreme Saints?
A test or assessment—like an entrance exam, the national college exam, or a university final. For some reason, standing inside this tower, Andrew kept thinking of those terms.
“Hmm.”
“Maybe I’m just overthinking it.”
Andrew shook his head with a wry smile and moved forward another twenty meters. Supreme Saints were unimaginably mighty, able to roam outer space; even in the era of Pangu and Nuwa, they would have stood at the pinnacle.