94: Chapter 93 Demon King's Avatar, Black and White Dragon King!

In the time that followed, Lin Mo truly began to exert himself in climbing the tower.

He no longer took it easy like before, working in fits and starts.

If he could recruit them, he would.

If he couldn't, he would simply finish them off.

One month later.

Trial Tower, 800th floor.

The stone doors rumbled open to both sides.

A dragon scion with a face full of arrogance strode in, his eyes brimming with a sense of superiority.

“Human monk—”

He looked up.

His gaze collided with the 'thing' in front of him.

At this moment, it was difficult to describe Lin Mo as 'human' anymore.

805 layers of domains overlapped, crushed, and collapsed into each other, forcibly squeezing out a force field around him that completely defied common sense.

Light was twisted into a multicolored blackness.

Countless irregular geometric light spots squirmed within the black mist like a cluster of pupil-less eyes, all staring at the world at once.

Space let out a piercing grinding sound by his side.

The rules of gravity were also in disarray.

Instead of falling, gravel drifted bit by bit toward the ceiling before being ground into powder by invisible forces in mid-air.

With 805 domains active, the space around Lin Mo was no longer normal.

The dragon scion looked directly at that mass of chaos.

In less than half a second—

“Aaaagh—!!”

The scream had barely begun before it was torn to shreds.

His eyes exploded on the spot, splattering his face with golden blood.

Next, his skin, muscles, bones, and even his soul seemed to be thrown into some kind of rule-based millstone.

Bang!

The dragon scion didn't even manage to shout a full plea for mercy before his entire body disintegrated, turning into a pile of dark red minced meat mixed with faint golden light.

Lin Mo looked down at himself, then at the minced meat on the ground.

“Tsk...”

He gave a somewhat awkward smile.

“I should still be human, right?”

By the corner of the wall.

Over two hundred dragon girls and scions from the Technician Group and Dance Troupe stood neatly in several rows.

The hall was so quiet that even the sound of breathing had nearly vanished.

They could only roar frantically in their hearts.

What on earth is this thing?!

If this thing were let out, the world's rules would probably have to be updated overnight!

During this period, they had watched Lin Mo evolve from one-sidedly crushing opponents to killing them with a wave of his hand.

Then he evolved from killing with a wave of his hand to what he was now—

Whoever looks at him, dies.

Numbness.

Beyond numbness, there was only a fear that reached deep into their bones.

Another month passed.

Trial Tower, 1000th floor.

Lin Mo stood up from his lounge chair and stretched.

His joints let out a series of crackling pops.

By now, the total number of domains on his person had settled at a terrifying 1006 layers.

It was worth mentioning that he had also forcibly leveled War Cry to level 1000.

Lin Mo gave a casual wave of his hand.

All members of the Technician Group and Dance Troupe were taken into Sealing Cards.

The system had already given a prompt.

Beyond the threshold of the 1000th floor, no summoned creatures or subordinates could cross except for the challenger themselves.

Lin Mo stepped forward alone and pushed open the massive jet-black door engraved with ancient dragon runes.

Behind the door was an exceptionally vast open-air terrace.

A cold, violent wind rushed at him, making Lin Mo's clothes flutter loudly.

He walked to the edge of the terrace and glanced down.

There was no desolate scenery of the Great Desolation.

Nor were there any Alliance airships moored outside.

What met his eyes was a pair of blood-colored moons occupying nearly half the sky.

Crimson moonlight poured down like a waterfall, illuminating the boundless charred continent below.

Scalding lava flowed through dark rivers.

Hideous giant beasts that blotted out the sun circled in the sky.

The air was filled with a violent, destructive, and demonic aura.

This was definitely not the interior of the Trial Tower.

Or rather, the top of the Trial Tower had forcibly pierced through the planar barrier.

This was another world.

“The thousandth floor.”

“Human, you climb quite fast.”

A lazy, somewhat husky, and magnetic female voice came from the center of the terrace.

Lin Mo turned around.

At some point, a throne crafted from obsidian had appeared in the center of the terrace.

A woman leaned back on the throne.

She wore a dark red, form-fitting long dress, and two jet-black, curved demon horns grew from her head.

Her face was peerlessly beautiful.

Yet every gesture carried the pressure of a high-ranking ruler looking down upon all living beings.

Her gaze fell on Lin Mo, unreservedly sizing him up.

“A human?”

The corner of the woman's mouth curled into an interested smile.

“How many years has it been?”

“A living person actually crawled out of this small plane I left here.”

“Let me see...”

Her golden eyes narrowed slightly.

“And it's a perverted monster with over a thousand small domains squeezed onto his body.”

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.

This woman with demon horns was unscrupulously releasing her aura without the slightest concealment.

And this aura was very familiar to Lin Mo.

It was exactly the same as that severed arm of the Demon King in the seal beneath Tianfu University.

“You are the Demon King?”

Lin Mo walked straight to the throne.

The woman did not answer directly, only tilting her head lazily.

“Just a wisp of a residual avatar guarding the gate.”

“The main body is probably sleeping in some unknown place.”

She propped her chin on one hand, a hint of reminiscence flickering in her golden eyes.

“Back then, that fellow named White Dragon King also reached this spot.”

“He was very arrogant.”

“He thought no one in this world could block his path, until he met me and was beaten half to death with one punch.”

“Thirty years later, he came again.”

“To prove his invincibility, he insisted on piercing through the planar barrier and crossing into the Demon Realm to find me for a fight.”

“And then?”

Lin Mo flipped his wrist and pulled a lounge chair out of his storage space.

Then he casually summoned his massage team.

A flock of dragon girls instantly gathered around him.

Some massaged his shoulders.

Some handed him fruit platters.

One even thoughtfully brought a grape to Lin Mo's lips.

Right in front of the Demon Kings Avatar, Lin Mo began to enjoy himself quite naturally.

The Demon Kings Avatar: “...”

She was silent for two seconds.

“You kid, in terms of wild arrogance, you aren't the least bit inferior to the White Dragon King of back then.”

The admiration in the Demon King's eyes actually grew a bit stronger.

“As for what happened later...”

She gave a cold laugh.

“I must say, that guy had quite some skill.”

“He destroyed thirty-one of my small planes.”

“In that battle, I used one arm in exchange for half of his soul shattering on the spot.”

The Demon Kings Avatar raised her hand and pointed toward the blood-colored continent below.

“Dragging his dying, broken body, he fled back to your world.”

“I thought that after recuperating for a few hundred years, he would come back to seek revenge.”

“I didn't expect...”

A trace of mockery appeared in the Demon King's eyes.

“As soon as he returned, he was ambushed by some little insects from your world.”

Lin Mo bit into a grape, his chewing motion pausing slightly.

So after all that, the 'great feat' of dragon-slaying that the Noble Families had bragged about for three hundred years was just them taking advantage of the situation after the Dragon King and Demon King had fought to the death.

And then they boasted loudly about how they had taken down the Dragon King.

This style of doing things was indeed consistent with the usual conduct of the Noble Families.

“However.”

The Demon King suddenly laughed disdainfully.

“Insects are insects, after all.”

“They didn't kill the Dragon King completely at all.”

“Or rather—”

She stared at Lin Mo, her voice lowering a bit.

“It was the Dragon King who actively sought death.”

Lin Mo looked up.

“What do you mean?”

The Demon Kings Avatar spoke slowly.

“After returning to your plane, White Dragon King voluntarily split his soul into two.”

“The White Dragon King.”

“The Black Dragon King.”

“The White Dragon King inherited all of his desire, brutality, arrogance, and greed.”

“He was a complete and utter madman.”

“But at the beginning, he wasn't able to let his soul split completely.”

The Demon King's fingertips lightly tapped the armrest of the throne.

With every tap, the lava of the blood-colored continent below surged once.

“So during that time, he vented his desires wantonly.”

“Slaughter, plunder, abuse, destruction.”

“The crazier he became, the deeper the crack in his soul grew.”

“Later, when he was ambushed by those insects, he simply went with the flow and let the White Dragon King be thoroughly killed.”

“The cleaner the White Dragon King died, the more complete the Black Dragon King became.”

Lin Mo narrowed his eyes.

“So you're saying the White Dragon King was just something he didn't want?”

The Demon King smiled enchantingly.

The smile was peerlessly beautiful, yet it carried a bone-chilling coldness.

“Exactly.”

“Although the White Dragon King is still very strong—strong enough to make your world bleed again—”

“But the truly terrifying one isn't him.”

The Demon King leaned forward slightly, her golden pupils setting aside their disdain for the first time.

“The truly terrifying one is his other half—”

“The Black Dragon King!”