Chapter 243: Eight floor

The eighth floor was a realm of absolute, terrifying stillness. It was an endless, perfectly flat ocean of black, viscous water beneath a sky filled with falling, burning stars.

Peak Supreme Stage, Lin Yuan analyzed, feeling a pressure so heavy it threatened to snap his spine. Pseudo Half-Step.

The Guardian here was an ascetic monk phantom, sitting in a lotus position upon the black water. It did not wield a sword or a spear. It held a hollow, white bone flute to its lips.

As Lin Yuan stepped onto the water, the monk began to play.

The sound was not physical; it was a conceptual, spiritual attack that bypassed Lin Yuan's physical body and struck directly at his Unshaken Stage Dao Heart. The melody attempted to forcibly drag his soul out of his body, weaponizing the karmic sins of his past and the profound weight of his attachments against him.