Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

From the very start of the Golden Secret Realm Trial, Lin Mo felt something was amiss. After all, someone like the Rain King, belonging to the genius generation, wouldn’t have been eligible to participate if not for his injuries lowering his realm.

”Why are only cultivators below the Golden Core Stage allowed to participate?” Lin Mo frowned deeply, puzzled by the Mystic Realm Sect’s intentions.

Lin Mo sensed a conspiracy, yet with the sect’s power, why target this group of ’kids’ with a scheme?

The secret seemed to be related to Yu Lan Star. Whether it was the Eastern Emperor Bell, Divine Sea Iron Chain, Demon Cold Flame, or the Star Wheel Universe Map, these shouldn’t exist on an End of Dharma Planet.

Lin Mo felt that Yu Lan Star held an enormous secret, intriguing the sect, perhaps even linking this trial to it intimately.

”What exactly are they planning?” Lin Mo pondered, his sword-like eyebrow knitted, unable to deduce the sect’s motives.

”Forget it, no point in overthinking this; even if I knew, I lack the power to alter it,” Lin Mo shook his head internally.

After a day, the Rain King successfully comprehended the Beiji Youdian, opening his eyes with joy, ”Haha, unsurprisingly, the Mystic-grade Technique is profound, surpassing my cultivation technique by hundreds of times.”

The Rain King was truly delighted; for cultivators like them, wealth, power, and beauty are fleeting clouds. They only pursue the path of strength.

”Mr. Lin, sorry to have kept you waiting,” the Rain King apologized upon seeing Lin Mo sitting on a tree branch, chewing grass while gazing skyward.

”No problem, I’m not in a hurry anyway, let’s go,” Lin Mo spat out the grass, and they both turned into two streaks of flowing light, heading toward No.7 Island.

No.7 Island, composed of forests, lakes, ravines, and rocky areas, was much like No.1 Island, unlike the extreme climates of No.2 Island. It gathered all geniuses confident in their abilities, while those like Liu Qingyang and Wu Mi, knowing they stood no chance of winning first place, naturally stayed away.

”Boom!”

A figure skidded rapidly across the ground, kicking up a trail of dust, stopping only upon hitting an oak tree.

Once the dust settled, it revealed a man in black armor sprawled wretchedly, blood trailing from his mouth, eyes filled with fear as he looked at the two towering figures in the sky.

”Mr. Lin, I’ll ask him,” said the Rain King, flying down to the man to ask, ”Which direction is the tower?” The two airborne figures were none other than Lin Mo and the Rain King, who happened upon the unfortunate man, intending to inquire about the tower, but the man ran upon seeing them, resulting in his being beaten by the Rain King.

”What do you want? If it’s the Mystical Order, I’ll give it to you, just don’t kill me...” the man clutched his chest, speaking in fear.

”I’m asking, where is the tower?” The Rain King stopped in front of him, questioning.

”The tower?” Hesitant, the man pointed, ”Over there, in Flame Valley...”

The Rain King turned to Lin Mo, they both nodded, instantly transforming into streaks of light, racing toward the pointed direction.

”Geez, was it necessary to hit me just to ask a question?” The man blinked, realizing they had left him, and he began cursing.

Flame Valley, to the northeast of No.7 Island, was a natural chasm occupying one-third of the island, ablaze with towering flames. Low-level cultivators couldn’t even approach.

From afar, one could see Flame Valley like a furnace, flames soaring, burning fiercely, like a Pill Furnace.

”What’s this peculiar thing on No.7 Island? You can feel the heat from quite a distance,” the Rain King muttered in flight, frowning.

Lin Mo maintained his silence but sensed several powerful auras converging there, some no less than his own, implying that the trial’s geniuses had gathered at Flame Valley.

Whoosh! Whoosh!

They quickly arrived at Flame Valley, observing over twenty people hovering above, some alone, others in groups.

Their gazes fixed on Flame Valley’s center, where a fiery pillar soared hundreds of meters high, seemingly melting the air, revealing a tower through the distorted air.

”Mr. Lin, look,” the Rain King exclaimed, eyes locked onto the Flame Tower, as a white silhouette emerged from it, elegantly dressed, with long, ink-black hair, exuding a scholarly air. As he approached, the fiery pillar dissipated, unveiling the fire-red tower.

”Lord Tao, I didn’t expect you to pass the tower test...”

A black-haired man in red soft armor, gripping a saber, flew over to the white silhouette, biting his words.

”Chen Yan, was it unexpected for me to pass?” the man in white smiled, radiating warmth like sunlight.

”Hmph, don’t get cocky, Lord Tao. I’ll surpass you one day,” Chen Yan retorted coldly.

”He’s Lord Tao, who passed the tower?”

Lin Mo gasped in surprise.

Having cleared six of seven islands, Lin Mo assumed only he could pass the tower, given that he was the only one in the Star Wheel Realm among over three hundred trial participants, offering him the greatest combat power fluctuations.

The greater one’s strength, the harder it is to achieve high amplitude in combat power.

”This Lord Tao’s strength is truly unfathomable...” Lin Mo was once again awed by Lord Tao’s capabilities. Besides Lord Tao, he spotted familiar faces, the Eldest Prince and the Ninth Prince together, although the Eldest Prince looked battered, likely injured. And there was GOD, Ares... Another stood out, in a white suit, handsome and alluring as an idol, with two sets of white wings radiating holy light. ”The Angel clan’s Light Saint,” Lin Mo narrowed his eyes slightly.