บท 2725: The First Room of the Tower

Minos was confronted with three figures: seraphim wings, a dragon's head, and a brown-haired human body almost identical to the one he had before.

Faced with these three parts of himself, he understood more or less what this test was about. 'You want to test my will? Do you want to see if I still recognize myself?' Minos questioned himself in front of these figures.

'Nonsense. Shapes don't matter. Only one's will matters in the cultivation world. The way one presents oneself is nothing more than a temporary shell in constant transformation.'

He watched as the three forms moved as if to attack him—the dragon spitting flames, the seraphim wings, replete with eyes, casting golden rays of light, and the brown-haired humanoid shaping what looked like a sword to strike him diagonally.

With a smile on his face, Minos allowed the three to attack, closing his eyes and standing with his arms open. '