The woodcutter used his life to prove the insurmountability of the top floor of the Tower of Babel.

Soon, the twelfth floor returned to its calm appearance, except for the inconspicuous pile of powder on the ground, as if nothing had happened just now.

Li Futu stood in place, and the fluctuations in his eyes still did not subside.

Although the twelfth floor is peaceful and tranquil, it seems that an invisible monster is waiting for an opportunity to move, ready to tear apart everyone who dares to break into its territory.

Although hearing is mostly false, seeing is true.

The woodcutter died tragically in front of his eyes, and no matter how much Rao Li Futu wanted to return to the ground, he didn't dare to act rashly for a while.

With such a terrifying gravity on the twelve floors, it is no longer something that human beings can compete with.

Now, there are only two choices in front of him, either choose to retreat, like the woodcutter before him, and find a random corner in this Babel tower to wait for death, or, like the woodcutter, crash headfirst into the twelfth floor and then disappear.

Either way, there is no doubt that people will feel hopeless.

Li Futu was finally able to deeply appreciate the cruelty that the woodcutter had said before.

The door was there, and the way back was there, less than a hundred meters away, but he could only watch, unable to take a step forward.

Steal your life, or die generously.

This is indeed a difficult choice question to decide.

Li Futu stepped forward, stood where the woodcutter was standing just now, and stared at the Void Gate for a long time.

If the gravity of the twelve layers has a chance to resist, then people can still find a reason to convince themselves to make a move, but the woodcutter used his life to demonstrate to him the infinite nature of the twelve layers of gravity, even if he retreats, even if he tempers his body, it is just self-deception and a waste of time.

Li Futu's heart was surging like a sea, and his last fluctuating eyes gradually calmed down, and a touch of firm color flashed in it.

Rather than stay here, he'd rather risk his death to try.

He took a deep breath, clenched his hands, gritted his teeth, and took a slow but determined step.

Just when he was ready to endure severe pain, to his great surprise, he didn't feel any sense of oppression, even more relaxed than he seemed to be on the eleventh floor.

Li Futu's eyes showed disbelief, and then his other left foot also stepped on the twelfth floor.

One second.

Two seconds.

There was no terrifying scene of a bloody body bursting, and he stood on the top floor of the Tower of Babel unharmed.

He looked at the 'ashes' of the woodcutter who was right in front of him, shocked and confused.

This...... What's going on?

"Congratulations. ”

Suddenly, a voice rang out.

Although he couldn't see him, Li Futu could hear that it was the voice of the Sky City City Lord Erlai.

"Over the years, there have been many people who have chosen to enter the Tower of Babel, but you are the first to make it to the twelfth floor. ”

"What the hell is going on?"

Li Futu raised his head.

"Why am I okay?"

"I know you must be very confused by now, but it's actually quite simple. ”

"The Tower of Babel is one of the passages connecting the two worlds, but it sets up a powerful prohibition, as long as the people of the Lost Realm get closer to the door of the two worlds, they will be one step closer to death, the Tower of Babel is the cemetery where the powerhouses of the Lost Realm are buried, and vice versa......"

Erlai's voice paused.

Li Futu's eyes flickered, as if he had understood something.

"Are you saying that the existence of the forbidden realm only prevents the people of the Lost Realm from going to the earth, and the biggest shackles, such as the gravity that these twelve layers cannot resist, cannot have much impact on me, because I am a person from the earth?"

"That's right. ”

There was a hint of appreciation and laughter in Erlai's voice.

"The people of the two worlds, there will be a difference in the bloodline and breath, the place you are in is the Jedi of the people of the Lost Realm, but for you, what you need to overcome is only the fear of death in your heart. If you had just chosen to stand still, you would have been in this Tower of Babel, desperate and waiting for death, but you broke through the fear in your heart, so ......"

"Congratulations, you're ready to go home. ”

The voice of Doom slowly dissipated.

The fog of doubt in Li Futu's heart also disappeared.

He glanced at the woodcutter's 'ashes' in front of his feet, and his excitement finally filled his whole body, and even the blood began to boil.

Looking forward to this moment, he had been waiting for it for too long.

Go home!

He raised his head, stared at the Void Gate with fiery eyes, and then stepped over the pile of powder, and walked briskly towards the Void Gate.

Coming to the Void Gate, Li Futu stopped, his breathing stopped instantly, and then he slowly raised his hand......

The moment his hand touched the door, it was as if the water surface was pressed into ripples, and with a ripple, a surging and irresistible attraction surged out from inside the door, and the Void Gate seemed to turn into a black hole that could swallow everything, and it would pull Li Futu into it in an instant.

Chaos.

Paralysis.

Disorder.

My mind went blank.

Not only the space, but also myself seemed to start spinning and distorting.

This feeling is the same as when I 'fell into' the Lost Realm.

Maybe only a second later, or maybe many years later, a ray of light appeared in vain in the sky, Li Futu tried his best, raised his hand, and grabbed the light.

"Smack. ”

A handful of dirt was grasped in his hand, and then, the light grew bigger and bigger.

He only found out when he completely 'broke out of the ground'. The light was the moon.

The sky was dark, there was no starlight in the sky, only a bright moon hanging alone.

Such a dim night is really not very charming, but Li Futu seems to be stunned, and even half of his body is still buried in the soil, grasping the soil with one hand, he looks up at the night sky, stunned.

You know, there is no night in the Lost Realm, let alone the moon.

These scenes, which seem ordinary to ordinary people, make him so excited that he can't help himself.

"I'm back!!"

Rao is with his concentration, and when he 'sees the light of day again', he can't help laughing.

But he didn't realize what kind of environment he was in at the moment.

All around him were ancient stone monuments, dark, gloomy, and deadly silent, and this was obviously a cemetery.

How terrifying and strange is it that laughter suddenly erupts in the middle of the night in the middle of the cemetery?

"Who dares to trespass on the Pharaoh's Mausoleum?!"

A loud shout rang out in vain.

Pharaoh's Mausoleum?

There is no pharaoh in the Lost Realm.

Li Futu's laughter stopped, and he looked around.

There are tombstones in the vast expanse, which is very terrifying, but he does not feel terrible, on the contrary, he feels so kind.