By the eighth floor, there were hardly any people left.
Everyone wasn't moving that fast.
——Only Shen Ye, relying on the strength from the badge, had a smooth and unobstructed journey.
The ninth floor.
The floor was covered with a thick white carpet.
Shimmering strings of transparent beads hung from the ceiling, forming a curtain-like waterfall that enveloped the entire room.
A faint glow emerged in small letters:
"In the ninth layer trial, you must find the correct path among countless illusions."
"Due to the proof you carry, you are exempted from this trial."
"You may continue upstairs."
Continue upstairs?
Shen Ye's gaze pierced through the layered curtains, looking towards the staircase at the other end of the room.
This is indeed tempting.
Using this badge to go all the way to the twenty-first floor, then removing it to emerge as the final victor.
——It seems feasible, yet it seems not.
Should I take the risk?
Pah.
