Tower of Heaven

It was stupid, wasn’t it?

Everything Atlas said was based on assumptions that things would go his way. If something happened that he didn’t expect, wouldn’t his whole plan become dust?

Realistically, if safety was Aeon’s concern, then his explanation wouldn’t have held any weight. She wouldn’t have helped him no matter how hard he begged.

He wasn’t being safe at all. Everything about his words screamed that he was essentially hoping that the dangers existing on the Isle of Siczelle didn’t find him.

However, safety was not Aeon’s concern.

The word safety was somewhat irrelevant when it came to cultivators and their quests. It was pointless to ask a cultivate to be safe, because if they didn’t take risks, they wouldn’t be cultivators.

The desire to go to the 70th Neutral Zone…it was a preposterous thing, but it was also expected from a cultivator.

In fact, when Aeon heard that from him, she was more impressed than anything else by the extent of things he was involved in.

He needed to be as daring and risk-taking as he was if he wanted to survive and succeed in this world. If he didn’t want to fade into obscurity namelessly, then he needed the grit and determination to challenge the impossible.

What Aeon wanted was not for him to stay away from risks. She only wanted to see if he understood the risks he was facing. If he understood the consequences and still decided to act, then it was only a matter of his own skill and fortune.

And he had proven that much. Though his plans were stupid, they conveyed the fact that he had no plans of fighting. Everything in his mind was about concealing himself, hiding, and running.

He didn’t want confrontation because he knew what confrontation meant. Whether that was with the Cyclopes or any others, Atlas was aware that he wouldn’t be finding people on his level very often.

Aeon was at least sure that he wouldn’t blindly rush in and get himself killed.

Besides, even without all that, didn’t the idea of bringing a mortal from the lower floors into the upper floors illegally sound fun? Aeon couldn’t think of a time when it had been done before.

’Still, the Cyclopes are one thing, and the island is another. The main concern that he fails to realize is the environment of Svartal itself.’

Atlas had only experienced the Neutral Zones on the lower floors, so he didn’t understand what kind of realm he was planning on entering.

Svartal was a realm that even Immortals avoided. It was called a Neutral Zone, but the chances of dying there were just as high as they were in the Tower.

Aeon couldn’t send Atlas to Svartal because even existing in Svartal would kill him, but if the Cyclopes were able to live easily on their island…

’Well, it isn’t strange. All civilizations in that realm have to use special means to isolate themselves from its dangers.’

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Hypothetically, if Atlas could reach the Isle of Siczelle safely, he wouldn’t have to worry about Svartal’s environment.

Aeon took a moment to think it over, but her answer was pretty much confirmed.

She had nothing against helping him if it was something so easy to do. If he was able to properly acknowledge the consequences, there was no reason for her to stop him.

"Very well."

Those words came through clearly after a long pause.

"Can you say that one more time?"

Atlas asked for confirmation only because he had to be sure he wasn’t imagining it.

"I said I will help you, but it isn’t as simple as you think. Wait a few days for me to send some people into Svartal to find that island of yours. Once it’s been scoped, if I think you can handle it, I’ll open a portal directly there for you."

Atlas’ eyes widened.

It was more than he could have asked for. Not only was she willing to get him to Svartal, but she was even willing to use her own forces for his sake?

Obviously, she wasn’t going to help him with his quest, but that was only because she didn’t want to crush his determination.

"Huu…"

Atlas took a breath to calm himself.

"Thank you."

He couldn’t say anything else. Something that was meant to be impossible became extremely easy because of her, so even those words felt empty.

"I promise you I will repay this favor."

As she entertained the battle around her, Aeon smiled.

"Nonsense. If anything, I’m the one repaying the favor here, aren’t I?"

It was true, but what was the point of mentioning it?

Aeon was busy, obviously, so once she’d made her decision to help, she ended the communication quickly.

"I will contact you soon. Until then, don’t do anything stupid. Also, stay away from the world for now. It isn’t the best time for you to show yourself."

That was her last sentence before the qi in the communication talisman cut itself off from his own.

Atlas didn’t quite understand what she meant by that, but fortunately enough, he never planned to get involved with the world this time.

He already knew what Alaric was trying to do around now. The conflict with Dusk that was still ongoing…he was curious about it, but he held himself back.

If he concerned himself with worldly matters here, he would only get more and more distracted.

Rather than paying too much attention to the world around him, Atlas directed his focus inward.

It had been some time since he cultivated in earnest.

’There are roughly ten thousand drops of qi that I must completely liquefy before I can form my Realm Heart. Of them, I have only liquified a few tens.’

It was troubling. The Law Sea Realm was meant to take a long time to cross, but that didn’t mean Atlas was happy to wait.

No, he knew he didn’t have to.

The Heavens themselves blessed him back then.

Back then, when he learned how the floors of the Tower were formed, the Tower itself brought his cultivation forward and partially liquefied every single drop of qi in his dantian. It was because of this that his qi liquified itself when he left the Underworld. It was already primed without his interference.

When he truly did decide to interfere and personally guide his qi…

Atlas closed his eyes and circulated his energy. The black hole in his knowledge sea released its suction, pulling in all of the world’s qi that it could grasp.

New qi entered the dantian and replaced old dirty qi. The murky waters of the dantian space were replenished with fresh spring dew, and the sky of that space started to tremor.

Atlas used his Will to prod it, touching each individual drop of sky and molding them into raindrops,

And when they were finally ready to fall, rain poured down on the earth for the first time.

One after another, the drops of qi Atlas touched were compressed, made denser, and shaped into drops of water that fell to the ground.

They started slow, but as he got accustomed to the process, they started to fall fast enough to become an indistinguishable mass.

Rapidly, Atlas started progressing through the Law Sea Realm.

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