95: Chapter 94 Lin Mo completes the trial, Su Xiaoli goes mad

"He proactively stripped away all emotions."

"No desires, no feelings, and no weaknesses."

"What remained in the end was rationality pure to the extreme, and something bordering on divinity."

As the Demon God spoke to this point, her fingertips paused slightly.

She pressed a fine crack into the armrest of the obsidian throne.

"The White Dragon King stands in the light, attracting all eyes."

"Tyranny, greed, arrogance, slaughter—he carries it all on his back."

"While the Black Dragon King hides in the shadows, devouring laws, climbing higher step by step."

She raised her eyes, and for the first time, the contempt was gone from her golden pupils.

"I suspect he has been working on a certain plan."

"A plan sufficient to threaten your entire world."

Lin Mo's expression didn't change much after listening.

"And so?"

The Demon God looked at him.

Lin Mo leaned back against the chair, his tone lazy.

"Why are you telling me all this?"

"Want me to go hack the Black Dragon King for you?"

"Demon God sister, your schemes are so obvious they're practically hitting me in the face."

He indeed didn't take this matter too seriously.

Soldiers come, generals block; water comes, earth covers. He'd deal with things as they came.

If a Dragon King really provoked him, he would naturally take action.

But the Demon God was neither kith nor kin to him; coming forward with a bunch of big secrets didn't look like a free gift of information no matter how you sliced it.

Wanted to use him as a blade?

Did she think he was stupid?

As for those remnants of the Dragon Temple...

Just a bunch of bottom-feeders.

The Dragon King might not even care for them.

Lin Mo felt the same.

The Demon God's avatar's face stiffened for a moment.

She truly hadn't expected this kid to speak so bluntly.

She almost couldn't resist slapping him.

But she held back.

The person before her was already no weaker than the White Dragon King of back then.

And she was merely an avatar that had remained for hundreds of years.

If they really fought, the one losing face would likely be her.

The Demon God suppressed her anger and tried a different angle.

"Actually, I've been watching you for a long time."

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.

"Oh?"

"Logically speaking, you only have an ordinary class."

The Demon God rested her chin on one hand, her tone returning to its previous laziness.

"You shouldn't have awakened skills of the level of [Demon God Transformation] and [Body of the War God]."

"Haven't you ever wondered who gave you a hand?"

Lin Mo's movements paused.

"You mean..."

"That's right."

The Demon God's fingertip lightly tapped the void.

"After my seal was broken, I noticed you."

"The skills you comprehended during your Second Class Advancement were hand-picked by me for you."

She smiled.

"How is it? Are they useful?"

Lin Mo was silent for a moment.

"They are indeed useful."

Just as the corners of the Demon God's lips were about to curl up.

Lin Mo's next sentence followed.

"But don't flatter yourself too much."

"Without these two skills, I still would have risen."

"It would just have been a bit more trouble."

The Demon God's avatar gave a cold snort.

But she didn't refute him.

Because she had seen with her own eyes how Lin Mo had expanded along the way.

This person couldn't be viewed with normal logic.

Give him a broken iron sword, and he could probably saw a path to the heavens out of his own neck.

"However."

Lin Mo stood up from the lounge chair and snapped his fingers.

The dragon sons and daughters around him who were massaging his shoulders, feeding him fruit, and playing music were instantly recalled into Sealing Cards.

"I am a person who distinguishes clearly between favors and grudges."

"You didn't make a move against me, and you gifted me two Mythical Grade skills."

"I acknowledge this favor."

Lin Mo looked toward the Demon God.

"Speak, what do you want me to do?"

"Let's get one thing straight: ridiculous requests like going to kill the Black Dragon King are off the table."

The Demon God's avatar gave him a deep look.

"My request is very simple."

"The White Dragon King will soon be resurrected."

"When you encounter him, spare his life."

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.

"Why?"

The Demon God's voice turned a few degrees colder.

"I don't care what methods you use to torture him."

"But he cannot die."

"Only through the White Dragon King do I have a chance of finding the Black Dragon King."

"Fine."

Lin Mo agreed quite readily.

He rubbed his chin, an undisguisedly wicked smile appearing on his face.

"If I shouldn't kill him, I won't."

"Just as well, I've been lacking some fun lately."

"When the time comes, I'll lock the White Dragon King up and let him watch with his own eyes as his children serve me tea, pour my water, sing, and dance."

Lin Mo looked at the Demon God and asked with a straight face:

"You say he has such a violent temper; do you think he'll be so angry he'll want to self-destruct on the spot?"

The Demon God's avatar froze on the throne.

The corners of her eyes twitched twice.

In all her years of living, this was the first time she felt the word 'demon' might not be worthy of the kid before her.

These methods...

Were too sinister.

The Demon God didn't bother wasting any more words with him. She raised her wrist and tapped her fingertip against the void.

Two streaks of pure silver light shot out through the air, stopping in front of Lin Mo.

They were two skill stones.

Inside the crystals, fine temporal patterns flowed.

The surrounding space was twisted into slight deformation by them, as if a piece of it had been crumpled by an invisible hand.

"These two skill stones are [Time Cage] and [Time Dagger] respectively."

"Keep them safe."

"The Dragon King is proficient in Space Law."

The Demon God looked at Lin Mo, her tone becoming a bit more serious.

"Only time has the possibility of trapping him."

"Now, you may leave."

Lin Mo unceremoniously stuffed the two skill stones into his inventory.

A system prompt immediately popped up.

[You have cleared the 1,000th floor of the Trial Tower. You may leave the Trial Tower at any time.]

Lin Mo waved his hand at the Demon God.

"I'm off."

As his voice fell, he turned and stepped into the void light gate behind him.

A strong sensation of weightlessness came over him.

In the next second, system notification sounds frantically flooded his mind.

[Congratulations on clearing the 1,000th floor of the Third-Rank Trial Tower!]

[Time taken: Eight months and twelve days!]

[Rating: Highest Grade!]

[Beginning settlement of Third-Rank rewards...]

[Talent "Demon God Transformation" evolution successful!]

[Law Seed condensation successful!]

...

Southern Desolation.

The news of the Dragon King's impending resurrection spread throughout the Great Desolation overnight.

The Alliance and the Eighteen Noble Families, who had been fighting fiercely, stopped almost simultaneously.

All factions were frantically shrinking their defensive lines.

Resting and recuperating.

Stockpiling resources.

Preparing to welcome the name that had once cast a shadow over the entire world.

The Dragon King.

But there was one person who did not stop.

On the edge of the Southern Desolation's Third War Zone.

An old man dressed in purple robes was sprinting across the ground with reckless abandon.

He was a Fifth Class Advancement Array Master of the Ling Consortium.

His status was exalted.

On ordinary days when he went out, people even carried a sedan chair for him to walk.

But now, his hair was disheveled, his purple robes were torn into strips, and he coughed up blood as he ran.

On that old face, only a ghost-seeing terror remained.

"Lunatic!"

"Su Xiaoli is just a lunatic!"

The purple-robed old man cursed loudly, not even daring to look back.

Behind him, a petite figure shattered the air, chasing at extreme speed.

It was a twin-tailed girl who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old.

But in her hands, she dragged a giant dark-gold halberd that was several times larger than her entire body.

The halberd blade scraped across the earth, plowing a bottomless trench.

Sparks and rubble exploded all along the way.

Su Xiaoli's pupils were no longer clear.

In those eyes, only a deep, blackened dark red remained.

She tilted her head, her voice still sweet.

But to anyone else's ears, it felt like a cold chill crawling up their spine.

"Two hundred and ten days..."

"Five thousand and forty hours..."

"Lin Mo still hasn't come back."

She suddenly looked up, staring at the sprinting purple-robed old man ahead.

The corners of her mouth slowly split into a grin.

"It's all the fault of you insects."

"Too noisy."

"So noisy that Lin Mo can't find his way home."