I Became the Devil Queen's Heart Demon

Chapter 522 - 205: The Man Pressed on Princess! Empress: Feels Like There’s a Green Hat on My Head~

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From afar, hearing Zhong Lihe’s call, Chen Mo frowned slightly, wondering what the old man was shouting about.

But he couldn’t afford to pay attention now. He looked up at the sky, his pupils slightly contracting, his expression showing a hint of gravity.

"This is..."

Clang—

The swords and blades inserted into the ground started to tremble vigorously, emitting waves of buzzing.

Vast Evil Qi surged out like a blood river flowing backward, gathering at the dome above. From the scarlet vortex, faintly came a soul-stirring scream!

Whoosh—

A gust of eerie wind howled, the blood mist obscured his vision.

When his sight returned, the Mountain of Blades and Tomb of Swords had already disappeared, leaving a blood-soaked battlefield in view, as if he were standing on the ancient battlefield!

Numerous mutilated bodies broke through the soil, crawling onto the high platform, continuously tearing and gnawing at Chen Mo’s flesh!

Although he knew it was an illusion, the piercing pain and the nauseating stench were too real, easily breaking through anyone’s psychological defenses!

Boom!

Chen Mo detonated his acupoint, Qi Blood Power rushed through his body.

His muscles bulged, veins protruded, tearing the clinging corpses from his body, ripping them directly into pieces!

The decayed black, odorous blood splattered onto him, strangely arousing a sense of exhilaration.

The second, the third...

Kill, kill, kill, kill!

Chen Mo’s eyes gradually stained with blood red, his expression more ferocious, beneath him already piled with severed limbs and broken bones.

But the number of corpses here reached tens of thousands. Relying purely on brute force was impossible to kill them all; soon, the blood-soaked battlefield completely engulfed him!

However, in the eyes of outsiders, only Chen Mo stood alone on the blue high platform, hands waving in the air, gradually approaching the stone platform’s edge.

The gleaming blades below glimmered coldly; falling would inevitably lead to a fate of being pierced by thousands of blades!

Zhong Lihe’s brows furrowed, "Is this as far as he can go?"

This Mountain of Blades and Tomb of Swords consisted of thirty-three layers; the first thirty tempered the body, while the last three tested the heart.

Initially, it was the physical frame being tempered, but these last three stone steps tested one’s temperament... And while Jiu Zhou’s talents are numbered among the multitudes, most were merely brief spectacles, eventually fading into the crowd. Only unwavering belief is the key to reaching the end!

"Knocking the Mystical Gate, breaking the life and death ordeal, only then will the Dao Heart forge the blade-less strength..."

"Since the Heavenly Martial Arena opened, no one has yet successfully reached the top. What Chen Mo has achieved is already astonishing; maybe I’ve been hoping for too much..."

Zhong Lihe chuckled self-deprecatingly.

But still, a hint of unrealistic hope lingered.

Although that Princess surely could do it, she chose to abandon midway... If Chen Mo could take this step, it would be extremely significant!

At this moment, atop the bluestone platform, Chen Mo had already reached the stone step’s edge, his figure swaying precariously.

Buzz—

Below, the swords and blades emitted resonant clangs, seemingly cheering jubilantly, yearned fervently for fresh blood, silent for many years!

"Enough, stop here."

Just as Zhong Lihe was about to save him, his movement suddenly halted, gazing at the figure in disbelief.

"What?!"

Chen Mo was already stepping into empty air, yet he remained thus for a long time without falling.

At this moment, his Spirit Platform was filled with the thick, scarlet Blood Evil Qi, his Golden Body Miniature floating in the blood sea, at risk of being swallowed at any moment.

"Jade Reflected Sky Light, Qi to Spirit Platform, Green Essence Condensing Marrow, Circulation of Meridians..."

The remaining thread of sanity let him chant the spell, the Golden Body Miniature’s brow emitting a cyan brilliance.

An ancient bronze scroll appeared from nowhere, slowly unfolding, with countless seal scripts dancing out, forming several cyan chains, anchoring the Golden Body firmly in the center of the Sea of Consciousness.

Letting the blood sea surge, it remained steadfast like a reef.

As his Divine Soul steadied, his will gradually returned to clarity.

"Is this the so-called ’Sword Tomb Inquiry’?"

"Each time a corpse is slain, a strand of Evil Qi injects into the Spirit Platform, imperceptibly affecting consciousness, unknowingly assimilating one into a slaughtering machine..."

"This Demon-breaking Stone suppresses True Yuan and Dao Power but doesn’t affect Soul Power; it shows that the final three layers test the Divine Soul."

"But as a martial cultivator below grade three, not only enduring the physical tempering of the first thirty layers, but also needing a sufficiently strong Divine Soul... The difficulty of this trial is absurdly high, can anyone really successfully reach the top?"

Chen Mo secretly muttered to himself, doubting if Zhong Lihe had deceived him; these final three layers seemed tailor-made for a Grandmaster.

Slowly, he turned, ignoring the Corpse Ghost’s bites, continuing toward the next step.

Step—

He raised his leg onto the thirty-first step.

Suddenly, everything quieted around him, the blood-soaked battlefield disappeared, the wounds from tearing and gnawing healing entirely, even the blood evil qi pervading the air vanished completely.

As though nothing had ever happened.

Chen Mo walked forward, the azure stone steps beneath his feet extended continuously, stretching to the horizon.

And at the other end of the steps, there was a golden dragon chair awaiting.

Constructed entirely of gold and stone, on its backrest perched a lifelike five-clawed golden dragon. Minute details were vividly visible, the dragon’s eyes adorned with red crystals, seeming almost alive, radiating intense oppression.

As he approached the dragon chair, the oppression grew ever stronger, urging a sense of submission.

Chen Mo’s spine remained straight, his steps slow but determined, unaffected in the least.

"Roar—"

The golden dragon slowly moved, its red vertical pupils staring at him, emitting a soul-chilling roar, clearly displeased with such disrespectful behavior.

In the next instant, brilliance permeated Chen Mo’s Dantian.