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Chapter 552 The Tower of Babel Opens

On the high platform, Lin Chen's figure appeared.

He stood with his hands behind his back, dressed in a moon-white robe, his hair tied up, a jade pendant hanging from his waist.

Sunlight shone from behind Lin Chen, gilding his entire body with a golden edge.

Lin Chen's gaze swept from left to right and from right to left, looking at the faces that were either familiar or unfamiliar.

Some were excited, some were nervous, some were expectant, and some were fearful.

All sorts of expressions and emotions swept past his gaze.

"Everyone," Lin Chen said, his voice not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears.

Lin Chen's gaze fell on the towering pagoda that pierced the clouds.

The tower is 9,999 feet tall, and its top disappears into the clouds, making it impossible to see the top.

The runes on the tower shimmered in the sunlight, each rune resembling a living snake slithering across its surface.

The beam of light could be seen for miles around, illuminating even the clouds in the sky.

"This tower took nearly a year to build, costing countless resources and manpower."

"Hundreds of millions of kilograms of spirit iron and tens of millions of spirit stones were used. The array masters drew until their hands cramped, and the craftsmen were so exhausted that they couldn't straighten their backs."

Lin Chen turned his gaze from the tower to the people below the stage.

"It is not just a tower; it is the future of the Tianyuan Continent."

"The seal on the extraterrestrial passage will be broken soon." Lin Chen's voice deepened.

"The ones who come will be more numerous and stronger than last time, including those at the semi-saint level, the saint level, and even higher."

The faces of the people below the stage changed; several young disciples turned as white as paper, their lips trembling.

The sword in the hand of a rogue cultivator fell to the ground with a clatter. He bent down to pick it up, his hands still trembling.

A young, independent cultivator whispered to the person next to him, "Brother, are you scared?"

The rogue cultivator beside him gave a wry smile: "What's the use of being afraid?"

"So what are you going to do?"

"Just fight it out. If you win, you live; if you lose, you die. There are only two paths."

The young rogue cultivator gritted his teeth and gripped his sword tightly.

"But I'm not afraid." Lin Chen's voice rose a few decibels.

Everyone in the audience looked up at Lin Chen.

"You don't need to be afraid," Lin Chen continued.

"Why? Because we're not fighting alone."

Lin Chen's gaze swept over the formation of the Kunlun Domain.

"We have the Kunlun Domain."

Jiang Xuan clasped his hands in a fist salute, saying nothing, but that gesture was more effective than any words.

"There is a fairy island called Penglai."

Long Zaitian smiled and cupped his hands in greeting.

"There is the Qingyun Sect."

Qingyunzi flicked his whisk.

"There is a Heavenly Sword Pavilion."

Sword Gentleman and Sword Thirteen clasped their fists together at the same time.

"There is Mount Sumeru."

Master Xuanci chanted a Buddhist prayer.

There were four great dynasties.

All four emperors simultaneously bowed.

"There is the Southern Wilderness, the Northern Desert, and the Western Regions."

The King of Ten Thousand Demons patted his chest, the Flame Empress nodded slightly, and the King of Golden Sands pressed his sword hilt.

"And then there's me, Lin Chen."

"We have the most elite cultivators in the world, the most powerful experts in the world, and the most united team in the world."

"Extraterrestrial beings are strong, but we are even stronger."

Jiang Xuan took a step forward, his white robe fluttering in the wind.

"The sword of Kunlun Domain is ready to be drawn for the sake of the world."

Long Zaitian then spoke up, "The formation of Penglai Immortal Island is willing to protect the world."

Qingyunzi flicked his whisk and said calmly, "Qingyun Sect's cultivation methods are willing to be spread throughout the world."

Sword Gentleman clasped his hands in a fist salute, his voice resounding: "The swords of the Heavenly Sword Pavilion are willing to slay demons for the world."

Master Xuanci clasped his hands together, chanted a Buddhist mantra, his voice deep and resonant:

"The Buddha's light of Mount Sumeru is willing to eliminate demons for the world."

The Flame Empress took a step forward, her voice clear but firm:

"The fire of the Flame Empire is willing to burn for the world."

Her gaze fell on Lin Chen, and the corners of her mouth curved slightly.

The King of Ten Thousand Demons patted his chest, his booming voice making the ears of those around him ring:

"The demonic beasts of the Southern Wilderness are willing to shed blood for the world!"

The King of Jinsha Kingdom gripped the hilt of his sword, his voice steady:

"The sword of Xizhou is ready to be drawn for the world."

Zhao Zilong raised his silver spear, its tip pointing to the sky, and his voice boomed like thunder:

"Guardians of the Galaxy, ready to fight to the death for the world!"

Hundreds of terrestrial immortals simultaneously raised their weapons and shouted in unison, "We are willing to fight to the death for the world!"

The sound was deafening, echoing through the heavens.

The independent cultivators below the stage were also ignited.

Some raised their swords, some raised their knives, and some raised their fists.

It's a mess, it has everything, but everyone's shouting.

"kill!"

"kill!"

"kill!"

The shouts grew louder and louder, as if they wanted to tear a hole in the sky.

A young, unaffiliated monk shouted until his voice was hoarse and tears streamed down his face.

The person next to him patted him on the shoulder:

"Alright, alright, we haven't started fighting yet."

The young rogue cultivator wiped his face: "I know, I'm just excited."

The person next to him laughed: "What's the rush?"

The young, unaffiliated monk said, "I never felt that so many of us were on the same page."

The person next to him paused for a moment, then nodded: "Yes, never."

Lin Chen raised his hand, and the audience gradually quieted down, but the warmth of the atmosphere remained.

"Today, we'll open the tower."

"After the tower was opened, everyone took their places."

The Avengers are at the forefront, the Guardians of the Galaxy are in the middle, and various other forces are in the rear. This battle concerns the life and death of the Tianyuan Continent.

Lin Chen paused, his gaze sweeping over everyone. "Our family and friends are watching us."

Some people in the audience had tears in their eyes.

A young disciple whispered to his senior brother next to him, "My mother is still waiting for me at home."

His senior patted him on the shoulder: "Then go back alive."

The young disciple nodded vigorously.

Lin Chen turned around, facing the tower, raised his hands, spread his fingers, and pressed them against the tower.

Runes lit up one after another, spreading from the bottom to the top of the tower, like a fire dragon leaping up from the ground.

The tower began to tremble and emit a buzzing sound.

At the top of the tower, a beam of light shot into the sky, piercing straight into the clouds.

The light pierced through the clouds, the atmosphere, and the barrier between heaven and earth, reaching the chaotic void.

The will of heaven and earth of Tianyuan Continent was awakened by this light, like a sleeping giant opening its eyes.

Lin Chen stood on the high platform, his robes fluttering in the wind, his long hair dancing in the breeze.

His gaze pierced through the light, through the clouds, through the barrier of heaven and earth, and landed in the chaotic void.

Those extraterrestrial creatures are still gathering.

Half-saints and saints, densely packed together, like a group of soldiers awaiting orders.

Behind them, deep in the void, that gaze reappeared.

That gaze came from the depths of the void, passing through the extraterrestrial creatures, through the barrier of heaven and earth, through the clouds, and landed on Lin Chen.

It remained the same, devoid of any emotion, a purely analytical observation.

Lin Chen met that gaze for a moment.

Then he looked away and turned to face everyone in the audience.

"Open the tower!"

The sound resounded throughout the heavens and earth.

The Tower of Babel suddenly lit up, the entire tower resembling a giant pillar of light piercing straight into the sky from the ground.

The runes on the tower swirled wildly, as if they were alive.

Spiritual energy surged in from all directions, flowing into the tower, into the top of the tower, and into that soaring ray of light.

The spiritual energy was so dense that it was almost impenetrable; just one breath made one feel completely comfortable.

Everyone in the square looked up at the beam of light shooting into the sky and at the towering structure that pierced the clouds.

Some people had their mouths open, some had their eyes wide open, some had their fists clenched, and some had tears streaming down their faces.

Lin Chen stood on the high platform, watching all this, and the corners of his mouth slowly turned up. Then he walked step by step toward the tower.

This tower not only serves as a platform for refining the will of heaven and earth, but it is also a magical artifact that combines offense and defense.