Luo Feng pondered the deep secret patterns of the Star Tower; countless secret patterns spiraled inward, even time began to stagnate when peering into the profound depths, and then, colorful secret patterns started to emerge at even deeper levels.
The end of the spiraling colorful secret patterns, there lay the blood-colored scales with a twelve-color edge.
Those blood-colored scales, as if representing the supreme rules.
They are supreme.
They are indestructible, eternal.
"The core of the Star Tower's secret patterns is 'the thickness, strength, and eternal existence of life'," Luo Feng had observed too many times, staring directly at the blood-colored scales, which continuously assaulted and tainted his spiritual will.
Luo Feng temporarily withdrew from observation and began to operate his own power.
"Buzz."
A phantom tower emerged, shaped like a triangular pyramid; the phantom tower gradually solidified, with secret patterns flowing on its surface.
Whoosh!
