207: Chapter truth, what is it?

... The interior of the palace was densely packed with glass jars.

Each jar contained a black-robed Cryptic Beings suspended in liquid.

The jars were connected to metal pipes on the wall, and a dark red liquid flowed through the pipes into the jars, bubbling and gurgling.

It was unclear if it was blood or something else.

Whatever it was, they sensed Lin Mo's entry, and one by one, they smashed their glass containers and jumped out.

But...

It seemed as if time and space had completely frozen and stilled.

The black-robed Cryptic Beings who had just jumped out seemed to be subjected to a powerful suction, constantly pulling them back.

They couldn't attack Lin Mo at all.

"Sophia's frostmourne is really useful."

Lin Mo held up frostmourne.

He hadn't even used any spells or skills.

These black-robed Cryptic Beings, due to the liquid still on their bodies,

were all frozen by the power of this sword.

However, Lin Mo wasn't a master swordsman either.

He casually tossed this divine artifact to Zhan Hongchen.

"My Lord, you are too kind to me!"

Zhan Hongchen knelt on one knee and took frostmourne.

She leaped up like a butterfly, and as frostmourne was unsheathed, it brought forth a hundred zhang of cold light, the sword's edge cutting through the stagnant air with a shriek like tearing silk.

"Myriad Sword Art — Frost Blossom Burial!"

Following her clear cry, Zhan Hongchen's long sword danced rapidly, and thousands of ice blades burst forth from the sword's body.

These ice blades, condensed from frostmourne's spiritual power, glowed with an eerie blue light, carrying a bone-chilling cold, instantly tearing space into countless shattered mirrors.

The black-robed Cryptic Beings had not yet broken free from their icy shackles when they were pierced through by the ice blades. The splashing purple blood froze into ice crystals in the air, like blooming, demonic flower clusters.

Lin Mo couldn't help but nod.

Good, the appropriate weapon should be given to the appropriate Ghost Servant.

Even the skills could be varied and creative... Those watching the live broadcast outside all gasped sharply at this moment.

It was too eerie, terrifying, and cold for such a hot summer day!

My goodness, ice-attribute attacks can even counter the subordinates of the Lord of Mysteries.

What kind of joke is this?

Logically speaking, the Lord of Mysteries has already transcended the Three Realms and is beyond the Five Elements.

Metal, wood, water, fire, earth, yin, and yang have no effect on him at all.

How did you deal damage?

It's too unscientific.

Since childhood, they had heard the hymns of the Lord of Mysteries.

The space where the Lord of Mysteries exists is his domain.

He is without desires, without needs, invincible; any attribute attack is ineffective against him.

But they didn't know a hidden condition of the Lord of Mysteries.

That is 'Clairvoyance.' Only by increasing Clairvoyance can one deal true damage to him.

Zhan Hongchen continuously unleashed her Myriad Sword Art.

The black-robed Cryptic Beings fell one after another.

And all of them had their heads frozen, pierced through, and shattered.

Brain matter, frozen into ice shards, scattered all over the floor.

This Sighing Corridor of the palace was filled with countless tragic echoes.

"Dear Mr. Lin Mo, can we, both sides, cease hostilities?"

When they reached the end of the Sighing Corridor,

in front of a large door,

a thin man in a suit wearing a mask bowed.

"Oh? Interesting. Both sides have reached a state of endless conflict. Why do you think I would cease hostilities?

If so, wouldn't it just give your master time to prepare again, treating me like an idiot?"

Lin Mo walked closer to the black-clad man from a distance.

The other party, however, was in no hurry.

He didn't care about the ice blades hovering in mid-air.

"You should see this."

A screen opened in his palm.

The moment the screen lit up, Lin Mo's pupils contracted sharply.

In the image, in a sterile white hospital room, the smell of disinfectant seemed to penetrate the screen and sting his nostrils.

The ECG monitor emitted a regular "drip-drip."

The man on the hospital bed wore a ventilator, his pale skin devoid of color.

Life-sustaining tubes were inserted into his neck — that familiar face was exactly his own!

The corner of the thin man's mouth, hidden beneath the mask, curved into a strange arc. His fingertip swiped across the screen, and the image suddenly closed.

"So, don't you want to know who that person lying in the bed is?"

Lin Mo said nothing.

Staring at the other party.

"From the door on my left, go down 99 floors, in the deepest door..."

He suddenly paused there.

Then he bowed again.

"Oh? Why should I listen to you and go find him? If I walk straight ahead, I should be able to see the Lord of Mysteries. Wouldn't it be more convenient and on my way to kill him first and then go look?"

As he spoke,

before his voice faded, a sharp whooshing sound suddenly echoed in the air.

A ghostly blue ice blade pierced through the suit man's left hand without warning. Ice crystals spread wildly along his blood vessels, freezing his entire arm bone-white in the blink of an eye.

The suit man grunted and knelt on one knee, but when he looked up, he saw Lin Mo spreading his hands: "Do you think I would care about this?"

The suit man roared: "Madman! You're not following the script! You have no bottom line! I'll tell you the truth.

That is your true body! If you can't find your true body, you'll never leave this place!"

Lin Mo: "I am so happy here that I forget my home."

"You, are you really not going to give the Lord of Mysteries a way out?! Are you going to perish together with him?"

"Anything else to say?"

The other party kept repeating that Lin Mo was a "madman," a "madman"... It seemed nothing more could be asked.

"Kill him, let's go."

"Yes! My Lord."

... Deep in the palace.

In a glass container.

The liquid was drained.

The black-clad masked man who had just died walked out of it.

He was covered in cold sweat.

"Damn it! Lin Mo is really a madman, impervious to reason."

"He'd rather forgo the truth than destroy this place."

Behind him,

the voice of the Lord of Mysteries slowly sounded.

"Now we only have two paths to take."

"One is to continue persuading him to seek his own truth, and then we will have time to restart and format all the timelines here."

"The other is to surrender completely, hoping he can spare us."

"Is there a choice? After surrendering, we will all be reset to zero."

At this moment,

a black-robed Cryptic Beings ran in from outside in a panic.

"Great Lord of Mysteries! Lin Mo has already breached the second palace firewall."

The black-clad man calmly said: "Don't worry, you might be able to go underground, attracting him as you go.

As long as you lure him to the 99th floor, everything will be restored."

"Yes! Great Lord of Mysteries!"

... "My Lord, the enemy has gone underground."

Lin Mo stopped.

Clearly, the enemy wanted him to go underground to find the truth.

So what was the purpose?

Was the person lying on the hospital bed him?

If it was him, when did he end up on that hospital bed?

Why did he seem to have this memory fragment in his mind, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't recall it?