From past experience, Wang Chen knew one thing for certain—time in reality stopped while he was inside the Tower's first floor, or maybe the difference as so big that it appeared time had come to a standstill.
That alone made it the perfect place to grind for new abilities without worrying about what was going on in reality.
Other than that, Before he might have been weak, but now with rare skill like Doomclock and even the transcendent-grade skill, Chronoblade, in his arsenal, the possibilities ahead made his heart beat faster. If he played this right, he might walk out with something even greater than before.
That was one reason.
The second…
His gaze shifted to the small banner in his hand.
The Thousand Souls Flag.
"Damn!" he muttered under his breath, a rare smile tugging at his lips. "Who would've thought I'd actually succeed this time?"
It wasn't the first time he had tried bringing something into the Tower.
