The fifth layer of the High Tower. Yan Family Manor.
The Patriarch of the Yan Family looked at the ceiling above the forbidden ground, his face calm. It had been a very long time since the fifth layer had suffered an intrusion.
Although the group back then had fought fiercely, turning the entire fifth layer into something resembling a do-or-die battleground with a 72 to 8 survival ratio, at least those people belonged to the fifth layer.
At least since the advent of The Era of the High Tower, no one from the lower levels had ever managed to climb to such a height.
So sometimes Yan Zhao would wonder, if everyone on the fifth layer died, would the people on the sixth intervene?
Did the specific "they" want these so-called Eternals to live forever?
Otherwise, why grant them eternal life? Why let them guard this place for seven hundred years with such ease?
Yan Zhao slowly shook his head, sensing a powerful presence; after all, he had perhaps thought too much.