Chapter 1692
Inside the ruined tower, Nash rested for more than half an hour before slowly opening his eyes.
Spiritual energy flowed throughout his body. His fractured bones were healing rapidly. After his bones were completely healed, Nash sat up. He looked around and was very disappointed.
There was no difference between the eighth floor and the seventh floor. He traded his life to get to the eighth floor but found nothing.
Logically speaking, the inner space of the tower would be used to store heavenly and earthly treasures or used as a scripture storage library. It should contain a large amount of ancient immortal magic, right?
Could it all be on the ninth floor?
Nash looked at the entrance to the ninth floor, where there were also nine steps. He thought for a moment, then stood up and walked toward the entrance.
He hesitated for a long time but dared not take the first step. If the stairs doubled the previous gravity again, it would be about 1.25 million kilograms of pressure.
The Prof

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