I Became the Devil Queen's Heart Demon

Chapter 523 - 205: The Man Pressed on Princess! Empress: Feels Like There’s a Green Hat on My Head~_2

A wisp of purple aura shot out, and his eyes were also tinged with a captivating purple-gold hue.

"Uh—"

The Golden Dragon locked eyes with him, its body instantly stiffening, mouth slightly agape, an expression full of terror.

Then, suddenly waking up, it dragged the dragon chair and quickly came to Chen Mo, even using its tail to sweep the dust off the chair, rubbing its hands with a fawning smile at Chen Mo.

Chen Mo couldn’t tell if it was an illusion, but he seemed to see a hint of sycophancy on its face...

Having just gone through the trial of thirty floors, he was indeed somewhat exhausted. The Golden Eyes of Truth scanned the area, and after confirming everything was safe, he sat on the dragon chair.

"Roar—"

The Golden Dragon looked a bit excited, tumbling around Chen Mo before directly diving into his body.

?!

"What’s happening..."

Before Chen Mo could react, the Golden Dragon had already disappeared.

After a meticulous inspection, there were no anomalies in his body. Rather, the Dragon Qi within the Dantian had become much fuller, and within that purple aura, there were faint traces of golden dust, akin to stars shimmering in the galaxy.

[Acquired: Taiyin Geng Metal Dragon Qi.]

Seeing the message flash before his eyes, Chen Mo couldn’t help but be taken aback.

"Taiyin Geng Metal... Dragon Qi?"

He spread his palm, where a purple-gold aura appeared, docilely spiraling around his fingertips.

After absorbing that golden Dragon Qi, his control over Dragon Qi increased significantly. Although not at the level of moving it as flexibly as his own limbs, it was a qualitative leap from before.

Beyond that, there seemed to be no other changes.

"Strange, why is there Dragon Qi within the Heavenly Martial Arena?"

Chen Mo frowned slightly.

It was clearly a trial ground for Body Refinement and Soul Tempering, yet here on this high platform lay a Dragon Qi, out of place with its surroundings, feeling as if purposely placed there by someone...

But having already absorbed it, pondering further was pointless.

It’s unlikely to be a trick; who would be bored enough to test a Fourth-Level Warrior with Dragon Qi?

"Better complete the event quickly."

Chen Mo stood up, the dragon chair dissipating into golden light, the stone steps restoring to their usual state.

Ascending to the thirty-second step, the stairway abruptly ended, and at the center of the stone steps stood a blue-black stone pillar.

This should be the "final level."

Chen Mo stepped forward, scrutinizing the stone pillar, its surface mottled and weathered, etched with complex patterns exuding an ancient and archaic aura.

"What is this thing?"

Chen Mo observed for a long time, realizing these patterns were not an array but seemed more like a totem.

Reaching out to touch the pillar, his fingertips brushed over the rough grooves, his heart vaguely filled with a certain sense of realization, mysterious yet indescribable.

While he was immersed in this profound insight, a clamor of clashing metal came from below, tens of thousands of weapons rang and quivered, rising from the ground, gathering above the dome.

As if stirred by an invisible hand, they formed a torrent of steel, swiftly rotating around Chen Mo.

"What is this?"

The people present stared in a daze at this scene.

Those who could enter the Mountain of Blades and Tomb of Swords for training were all one-in-a-million talents and naturally knew how difficult the climb up this stone platform was.

The pressure endured on each level was incredibly astonishing!

Take Li Kui, for example, as a genius in the art of Body Refining, at his first climb he reached the ninth level, and even after half a year of training, he still remained there...

Yet Chen Mo, a newcomer, went straight to the top, triggering such a daunting phenomenon!

What kind of terrifying talent is this?

"Chen Mo... actually reached the top..."

Zhong Lihe’s eyes widened, his breathing rapid, his fists clenched tight, fingernails deeply embedded in his skin!

Others may not understand, but he knew exactly what this meant!

"Finally, finally..."

Only after an indeterminate amount of time did Chen Mo emerge from this epiphanic state, whereupon the steel torrent above roared into motion, transforming into a rain of blades shooting towards him!

Yet Chen Mo neither dodged nor evaded, calmly observing the scene.

As the blades were about to touch him, he raised a hand and snapped his fingers lightly.

Snap—

Space seemed to freeze.

Tens of thousands of knives and swords hung suspended in mid-air, utterly still.

With a gentle wave of his hand, the blades slowly turned direction, then he snapped his fingers once more—

Snap!

In an instant, a torrential downpour!

Boom! Boom! Boom! Boom!

Countless blades tipped downward, like rivers flowing backward, crashing back to the ground!

The entire plaza trembled, dust rising to obscure everything, the candles on the dome flickering unsteadily.

When the dust settled, the ground fortified with arrays lay cracked and shattered, blades thrust into it, bending toward Chen Mo as if bowing in submission.

"What kind of technique is this?"

"Are we sure this is a Fourth Rank, not a Grandmaster?"

Everyone exchanged bewildered glances, their expressions confused.

Chen Mo stood on the high platform, where a myriad of tiny characters appeared before his eyes.

[Trial completed.]

[Event completed.]

[Evaluation: Excellent.]

[True Spirit +1000.]

[Obtained Dao Mark: Soldier Control Seal.]

[Contains the truth of Military Dao, capable of breaking armies, stopping war, forging the body, sealing the soul, enduring countless tribulations and being indestructible.]

He seemed to have sensed something, unbuttoned his clothing, and looked down to see a complex totem imprinted on his chest, identical to the one on the stone pillar.

From afar it appeared like a vibrant tiger’s head, up close it was formed by numerous star constellations, radiating a strong aura of killing intent.

"The tattoos seem to be increasing, should not recklessly draw on people’s bodies..."

"This Dao Mark... it’s the first time I’ve received such a reward..."

"To freely control myriad weapons, should be what they call ’Stopping War,’ pretty handy, though a bit... costly..."