Gazing at Gu Qingfeng standing on the eighty-first layer of the Tower of Stolen Gold, the countless people gathered around the tower all felt a sense of the heavens spinning and the earth turning, their heads dizzy and their vision swimming.
Since the Tower of Stolen Gold was built thousands of years ago, no one had ever been able to reach its topmost floor. Not a single soul. Today, someone had finally broken this most insane record in history, and it was a mortal without a shred of cultivation to his name.
How could one not feel the heavens spinning and the earth turning? How could one not feel dizzy and lightheaded?
The eighty-first layer of the Tower of Stolen Gold condensed and derived a full one billion formations.
These weren't one billion streams of light, but one billion formations!
Even if they were one billion streams of light, staring at them could blind a person, let alone one billion formations.
What kind of divine sense could probe the mysteries of one billion formations?
What kind of comprehension could grasp the mysteries of one billion formations?
Who knew?
No one knew.
Qian Ling, Mu Lingyao, and Flower Butterfly Immortal couldn't imagine it. The experienced seniors and experts present couldn't imagine it. Even Old Master Luo, who had once participated in setting up the tower's formations, couldn't imagine it.
Standing on the eighty-first layer, Gu Qingfeng asked, "There shouldn't be anything above this, right? This is the end, isn't it? Does this count as reaching the summit?"
Old Master Luo leaped up, flying to the eighty-first layer. His expression was somewhat agitated as he cupped his hands in response. "G-Great Old Master, you... have indeed reached the summit. Moreover... you are the first person in the history of our Tower of Stolen Gold to do so. This old man... this old man is truly filled with utmost admiration!"
Not knowing Gu Qingfeng's identity, Old Master Luo dared not be presumptuous, nor show the slightest hint of disrespect or discourtesy. Not only did he salute with cupped hands to show respect, he also addressed Gu Qingfeng as Great Old Master.
"As long as it counts as reaching the summit, that's fine."
Gu Qingfeng stretched lazily. "I have to say, it's actually a bit tiring, damn it."
"If the Great Old Master feels tired, you may rest for a while in our Tower of Stolen Gold's garden."
"Resting is unnecessary. I didn't come here today to rest, but for the prize money."
Thinking of the prize, Gu Qingfeng asked, "How much is the prize for the eighty-first layer again?"
"It's... it's ten trillion."
Everyone present knew each layer of the Tower of Stolen Gold had a prize, but no one had ever paid attention to how much the prize for the eighty-first layer was. After all, in thousands of years, no one had ever reached the eighty-first layer, so naturally no one cared about the prize amount. Now, hearing Old Master Luo say the prize for the eighty-first layer was a full ten trillion, those who were already feeling dizzy and lightheaded grew even more unsteady on their feet.
Ten trillion in prize money!
For anyone, this was an inexhaustible fortune!
Forget whether those aristocratic families had assets of ten trillion; it was unknown whether those large and small secret realms even possessed ten trillion.
After all, it was ten trillion immortal stones. Even if you squandered a billion every year, it would take a hundred thousand years to spend it all!
"Ten trillion isn't too shabby either. Not in vain that this Great Old Master put on such a big show in front of so many people today. It's worth it."
Gu Qingfeng raised a hand and laughed. "Alright then, bring it out now. This master will go squander it first."
"Now?"
Old Master Luo was greatly shocked, shaking his head with a bitter smile. "Great Old Master, in the thousands of years since the Tower of Stolen Gold was built, no one has ever reached the summit. We... we never prepared the prize for the eighty-first layer."
"What? From the sound of it, you're not planning to give it?"
"No! No! Great Old Master, please don't misunderstand. Since you have successfully reached the summit, we will naturally give you the prize. It's just that ten trillion is, after all, no small sum. We need to report it layer by layer up through Fengyue Small World. Please give us some time. We will prepare the ten trillion prize for you as quickly as possible."
"Giving you some time isn't a problem, but... how long do you need?"
"As for how long, this old man cannot give an accurate answer right away. However, please rest assured, Great Old Master, we will definitely not make you wait too long."
"Fine, that's settled then. Anyway, this master isn't planning to leave anytime soon."
Seeing Gu Qingfeng seemed about to leave again, Old Master Luo hurriedly inquired, "May I ask the Great Old Master's esteemed name?"
"This Great Old Master does not change his name when standing or sitting. My surname is Great, my given name is Old Master! Great as in Great Wasteland, Old as in Old Master, Master as in Heaven's Master! Hahahahaha!"
Gu Qingfeng laughed heartily and leaped down, jumping directly from the eighty-first layer of the Tower of Stolen Gold. What was astonishing was that despite having no cultivation, when he jumped down from the tower, his entire body drifted through the air like a leaf swaying in the wind, landing gently and precisely right on that carriage drawn by nine Fire Cloud Crimson Flame Tigers.
Gu Qingfeng turned and sat directly on the wide, comfortable chair. Looking at Flower Butterfly Immortal, Qian Ling, Qian Niao, Mu Lingyao, and the others beside him, he grinned. "What's the matter? Don't recognize me?"
That was indeed the case.
For Flower Butterfly Immortal and Qian Ling, they truly felt a bit hesitant to recognize the Gu Qingfeng before them at this moment. Their gazes were complex, one more so than the other, strange, staring at Gu Qingfeng as if looking at a monster.
"L-Little Drunkard, no! Great Old Master, you..." Qian Niao, though somewhat childish and innocent, even with her naivety, realized Gu Qingfeng's existence was extraordinary. She no longer dared to call him Little Drunkard, saying excitedly, "When you said you'd reach the eighty-first layer earlier, I thought you were bragging. I never expected... I never expected you to really reach the eighty-first layer of the Tower of Stolen Gold! It's truly amazing, miraculous, and utterly unbelievable!"
"Nonsense!" Gu Qingfeng chuckled. "Did you really think this master was so bored he'd tease you for fun?"
Not only Qian Niao found Gu Qingfeng's existence unbelievable; Flower Butterfly Immortal, Qian Ling, and Mu Lingyao all felt the same.
Others might not know.
But these few of them knew perfectly well.
Earlier on the way here, Gu Qingfeng had said reaching the eighty-first layer of the Tower of Stolen Gold would be as easy as playing for him. And at that time, he had already started considering how to spend the ten trillion prize money if he won.
They remembered clearly: when Gu Qingfeng said these things, he had never been to the Tower of Stolen Gold before. He didn't even know what the Tower of Stolen Gold was. It was only after listening to Mu Lingyao's explanation that he understood what it was.
A person who had never even seen the Tower of Stolen Gold, who didn't know the rules, actually dared to boast that he would reach the topmost eighty-first layer. And yet, upon arriving at the tower, he truly reached the summit with effortless ease.
They simply couldn't imagine what kind of Great Old Master Gu Qingfeng had been in the past, how confident he was in his own divination skills, to dare say such things.
"How did you do it? How powerful are your divine sense, comprehension, and divination skills? How could you just casually reach the eighty-first layer of the Tower of Stolen Gold as if playing a game?"
Mu Lingyao asked the question everyone wanted to ask. Everyone present wanted to know just how powerful Gu Qingfeng's divine sense and comprehension were, to allow him to reach the top of the Tower of Stolen Gold with such ease.