Damn it!
Wen Jiajia's plan did work; the people behind her had indeed intended to break through the two of them. However, they were unable to break through even an inch against the two tall, imposing, and eerie guards.
Eventually, as more and more people gathered behind them, the red path became increasingly congested. So some people decided to take a risk and bypass the path, overtaking others to get ahead.
"Ah, help—!!"
The first person to walk down the red path taught everyone a perfect lesson with his own life.
Now everyone behaved themselves. It seemed that the only safe way to reach the Seven Star Tower was the red path.
However, if everyone leaves peacefully, the inevitable result will be the sacrifice of those who follow, as no one is willing to die.
Naturally, some people had other ideas.
"What are you doing?! Ah—!!"
Wen Jiajia turned around and saw a boy being pushed off the path by someone behind him. The boy instantly vanished without a trace.
This brutal scene, ironically, inspired many. Suddenly, conflict erupted, and many were ambushed; in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people were gone.
However, that's not enough. Compared to the massive number of four hundred people, only one hundred can enter the Seven Star Tower. That means there will be even fiercer fighting to come.
At Yue Qi's command, Wen Jiajia summoned four more strange pets: two that could fly guarded them in mid-air, while the other two stayed ahead to clear the way. In this way, they were completely protected.
Even so, there will be no shortage of talented adventurers. Behind the two, a person riding on the back of a giant purple eagle is flying towards them.
The man was holding a long gun resembling an AK, pointed at the two men, and spoke in an unusually calm tone.
"Let me pass, I promise I won't hit you."
Wen Jiajia disliked his arrogant and domineering manner and was about to retort when Yue Qi pinned her down and gestured for her to fly over freely.
"You're smart to know what's good for you!"
Next, several more people with strange flying abilities passed by, and Yue Qi did not stop them. After all, everyone was just trying to survive, and now was not the time for a bloody battle.
Everything was peaceful here, but behind him it was a different story. Especially near the back of the group, a large-scale bloodbath had broken out, and countless adventurers had died in vain.
However, these things were not within Yue Qi's concern. As the vanguard, they had already traveled a long way along the red path, and the huge Seven Star Tower was almost in front of them.
Wow—what an impressive tower!
Wen Jiajia couldn't help but exclaim in admiration. This tower may not be the tallest or the most beautiful, but it was undoubtedly the most imposing.
The entire tower is jet black, appearing as if it were a single, seamless piece, without any trace of human carving.
The tower has seven stories, and a brass lamp with a wick is hung on the eaves of each story, which looks like it can be lit.
The gates of the Seven Star Tower faced them and had opened automatically. Unfortunately, looking inside from the outside, all they could see was darkness.
Just as they were about to enter, Yue Qi reached out and grabbed her. The two of them abruptly stopped in front of the gate.
Wen Jiajia was a little confused. "Why don't you go in?"
Yue Qi pointed to the feet of the two of them, "Take a look for yourselves."
Wen Jiajia looked down and realized that the red path had suddenly ended sometime during the day. However, they were still about ten meters away from the entrance.
Yue Qi frowned deeply. Not only that, but he couldn't see any of the people who had come earlier. Where had they all gone?
This Seven Star Tower is definitely not something you can get into so easily.
By this time, more and more people had arrived behind them. Seeing that Yue Qi and the other person were not moving, the smart ones had already stopped.
Of course, some people disagreed and walked right past them, heading straight for the wide-open gate.
"ah--!!"
Another adventurer has vanished completely. This time, the others finally quieted down, remaining still while their eyes kept glancing at the group at the front.
Several minutes passed, and the crowd had grown to an enormous size, making the red path seem overwhelmed.
Then, the familiar voice finally arrived.
"Seven Star Tower Entry Challenge - Light the Bronze Lamp. Each time it is lit, ten people can enter."
The voice only said that one sentence and then fell silent, leaving a group of people standing there staring at each other in bewilderment.
Light the bronze lamp? Tell me how to do that!
Yue Qi looked up and saw an old-fashioned bronze lamp hanging on the eaves. It looked yellowish and didn't look like a bronze lamp at all!
But apart from that, there were no other lights around the eaves on the first floor. It couldn't be any other light; this old brass lamp was the only one left.
A stir began to rise in the crowd; the bronze lamp was so conspicuously displayed that everyone had noticed it. But what would they use to light it now?
"Wait, I have something to say—" A trembling voice came from the crowd, sounding like someone about to be buried.
Following the sound, I found an old man in his seventies or eighties. He was leaning on a cane, his steps were very unsteady, but he was standing quite far forward.
The old man pointed with his cane to the bronze lamp hanging from the eaves and said with great certainty,
"This is an ever-burning lamp, an offering that only the gods can enjoy. Look, there is a wick, but no oil. The reason is simple: this lamp does not burn oil, but the blood of a person's heart."
"Heart's blood?!" The crowd erupted in uproar. "Heart's blood can burn?"
It's not that people don't believe it, but a person's heart's blood is limited, and each use inevitably depletes their vital energy. Therefore, no one will use it unless absolutely necessary.
The old man curled his lip. "Believe it or not, it's up to you. I suspect the Seven Star Tower is some kind of divine object, and its opening is time-limited. Take it or leave it."
Suddenly, a voice rang out from the crowd, "Since you've put it that way, why don't you try it with your own heart's blood?"
The malice in his words was almost undisguised.
The old man laughed instead, “That’s right.” Then, he slapped himself, and a spurt of blood gushed out, flying directly onto the yellow bronze lamp.
A miraculous scene unfolded: after absorbing the old man's heart's blood, the yellow copper lamp slowly lit up, its hazy blue light flickering and shining directly and accurately on the old man.
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