Chapter 31: The God's Tomb, Eleventh Floor!
On the grassland, all the powerhouses clearly saw the scene where a 'rift' appeared in space. The 'Dimensional Blade' could tear space apart. Although they had long heard of the astonishing power of the 'Dimensional Blade', seeing that spatial 'rift' now still filled them with shock.
"The Dimensional Blade truly lives up to its reputation as the strongest single-target forbidden spell," Faen exclaimed in awe. "Even I, if a Saint Magus used this move to ambush me, and the distance between us was a bit closer, I wouldn't have time to dodge."
The Dimensional Blade could be considered a pinnacle of wind-type single-target attacks.
Its speed was extreme, and its attack power was also extreme.
"That's why I always stay vigilant against Wind Saint Magi, especially if I have a grudge against them," Desri said with a smile. "Generally, as soon as I sense wind-type elemental gathering around their body, I immediately flee far away."
"Haha..." All the powerhouses burst into laughter.
"Desri, you're scared too," Faen said, laughing heartily.
Linley stepping into the Saint Magus realm during this final period was a pleasant surprise for a group of powerhouses like Desri and Faen. Linley's greatly increased strength would also give their group a greater chance of obtaining a divine spark on the eleventh floor.
"Alright, there are still two months left until the one and a half years we agreed upon. In these final two months, everyone rest easy," Desri announced loudly.
All the powerhouses nodded slightly and dispersed.
At this moment, Bebe and Linley were together.
"Boss, you've finally reached the Saint Magus realm. That's really great!" Bebe said happily, standing upright and waving his front paws joyfully, his small eyes squinting with laughter.
"Even reaching Saint Magus only gives me a slightly better chance of survival on the eleventh floor," Linley sighed. "Look at how much the danger level increased from the sixth floor compared to the first through fifth floors. Every five floors is a level. This eleventh floor..."
Bebe nodded his head as well.
The eleventh floor's danger level was probably ten times, a hundred times that of the sixth floor's 'Flame Tyrant'!
Could they succeed?
In truth, neither Linley nor Desri's group had any confidence in their hearts. But Desri and the others had struggled for thousands of years to become gods. This was the moment they were closest to achieving godhood, so they naturally wouldn't easily choose to give up.
"In these final two months, prepare well."
Having reached the Saint Magus realm, especially after his soul had transformed into a sword shape, Linley felt that his entire being seemed to have undergone a qualitative change. In fact, Bebe and the others sensed... that the current Linley, even just standing there, was like an unstoppable, towering sharp sword.
...
Two months later.
Beneath that stone pillar, at the entrance to the passage, eleven powerhouses gathered together.
Black dragon scales covered his entire body; Linley had already activated his Dragonblood Warrior transformation. At the same time, a diamond-colored armor encased every part of Linley's body, even wrapping around his dragon tail. It was the earth-type Saint Domain defensive magic — Earthguard Saint Armor.
Outside this diamond Earthguard Saint Armor, deep black battle qi covered Linley's entire body, forming a thin film. This was 'Pulsating Defense'.
Dragonblood Warrior defense, Saint Domain Earthguard Saint Armor, Pulsating Defense... with these three layers of defense stacked, Linley's current defense was probably something even Bebe couldn't match.
Desri and Rosalie formed Saint Domain elemental armor on their bodies. Faen, O'Brien, Tulily, and the others also had battle qi shields on their bodies. Everyone was poised for action, their states at their peak. Even Bebe had faint black light shimmering on his body.
"Over five thousand years of pursuit, it all comes down to this," Desri said, his eyes blazing.
Faen, Tulily, Rosalie, the Three-Headed Six-Eyed Golden Lion, and the Black-Armored Giant Scorpion all had resolute gazes.
"On the eleventh floor, it will definitely be ten times, a hundred times more dangerous than the sixth through tenth floors. One, two, or even more of us might die," Desri said, looking around at everyone solemnly. "But those who survive and succeed, whether humans or magical beasts, must help the fallen powerhouses resolve their worldly grudges."
All the powerhouses nodded silently.
On the eleventh floor, playing the hero was out of the question. They had to work together in unity to have even a glimmer of hope.
Faen's gaze swept over every powerhouse, and he said in a low voice, "The eleven of us, no matter what, I hope at least one can become a god." What Faen feared most in his heart was... all eleven powerhouses being completely wiped out on the eleventh floor.
"It's not a hope. It's a certainty, a certainty that we will succeed!" Tulily's gaze was extremely sharp.
"Let's set out," Desri said, his eyes fixed on the passage ahead.
"Set out!"
With resolute expressions, the eleven powerhouses stepped one by one into the passage surrounded by black light, heading for the eleventh floor.
The God's Tomb, Eleventh Floor!
The dim yellow light of the setting sun illuminated the entire land. This was a world of metal. The boundless earth was entirely composed of various metals. Metal mountains and canyons were everywhere. The wind howled like knives.
Suddenly.
The eleven powerhouses of the Yulan continent appeared on this eleventh floor.
"So desolate, so eerie," Rosalie said, looking around and transmitting her voice into everyone's minds. As agreed, after entering the eleventh floor, they would not speak unless necessary, to avoid attracting any terrifying creatures. Linley had now also mastered this soul-transmission technique.
Once his spiritual energy level was sufficient, and he grasped a few techniques, he understood.
"Everyone be careful. Back on the eighth floor, when we encountered the 'Evil Eye King', it was also very quiet. Don't let your guard down. For now, let's first search for the divine spark," said Linley, who was considered the strongest among the eleven powerhouses, flying at the front.
The other powerhouses followed Linley. Desri, Rosalie, and O'Brien were instead in the center, as their defenses were the weakest.
With three layers of defense on his body and the Life Source Pearl inside him, and with his soul elevated and possessing Saint Magus magic, Linley was indeed the strongest person now.
"All metal, not a trace of life energy," Linley muttered, frowning after flying for a long time.
However, Linley didn't dare to relax. He concentrated fully, carefully observing, meticulously searching for any divine corpses or divine sparks. At the same time, he had to be wary of any terrifying creatures lurking in inconspicuous places.
These creatures could be as huge as a mountain or as small as a fist.
The eleven powerhouses were all extremely cautious.
"There's a canyon ahead. It seems to have a special aura," Desri's voice sounded in everyone's minds.
Linley also noticed the distant canyon. It seemed to be emitting some kind of special aura. And that aura made people's hearts tremble and feel a sense of oppression.
"Could it be the aura of a divine spark?" Linley's voice sounded in everyone's minds.
Everyone's eyes lit up. Something that could make their hearts tremble and feel oppressed could indeed be a divine spark. After all, no one present had ever seen a divine spark, but some had felt divine might before.
"It could be a divine spark, but it could also be... the guardian creature of this eleventh floor," Rosalie said, her expression serious, her voice sounding in everyone's minds.
"A guardian?"
Linley and the other powerhouses felt a jolt of fear in their hearts. Following the pattern, this eleventh floor would be ten times, a hundred times harder than the previous sixth and seventh floors. Even the Flame Tyrant and the Mother Queen were so terrifying. How terrifying would the creature on this eleventh floor be?
"Everyone, should we enter that canyon or not?" Linley asked all the powerhouses.
"Enter," one of the Six-Eyed Golden Lions spoke. "If we're worried about even this, then even if a divine spark is inside, no one would dare to go get it."
The powerhouses looked at each other.
Right. If they were this timid, avoiding any sign of a special aura, how could they ever obtain a divine spark?
"Enter," Faen transmitted. All the powerhouses' eyes locked onto the distant canyon.
The eleven powerhouses, led by Linley, quietly flew towards the distant metal canyon. This canyon was over a hundred meters wide. When Linley and the other eleven powerhouses flew above the metal canyon, they felt the heart-stopping sensation even more clearly.
"There's a faint red mist at the bottom of the canyon," Linley frowned.
Looking down into the unfathomable canyon and the rolling faint red mist, it gave Linley and the others the feeling... as if a massive creature was breathing down there, and this mist was the breath it exhaled.
After exchanging glances, Linley transmitted, "Let's go down."
The eleven powerhouses fearlessly flew downwards. The deeper they flew into the canyon, the more intense the heart-stopping feeling became. Soon, they entered the range of the faint red mist. All eleven powerhouses flew towards the source of the heart-stopping feeling.
"Whoosh, whoosh~"
Their flying speed was very fast. It only took a few seconds from the canyon rim to the bottom, but those few seconds felt unbearably long for the eleven powerhouses.
The eleven powerhouses landed at the bottom of the canyon. The mist was relatively thin there, not too dense, and the visible range was about a hundred meters.
"What's that?" Linley could vaguely see a body lying on a flat boulder in the distance. The heart-stopping aura was exactly what was emanating from that body.
"It's a divine corpse," Desri transmitted excitedly.
Linley felt his heart twitch violently. Even Faen, Tulily, and the others' breathing became slightly heavier. Without hesitation, all the powerhouses quietly approached the flat boulder in the distance.
"Haha~" Suddenly, a wild, arrogant laugh echoed throughout the canyon. The source of that arrogant laughter seemed to be the very flat boulder where the corpse lay.
Including Linley, all eleven powerhouses felt their hearts jolt violently.
"Not good," Linley knew something was wrong and immediately transmitted frantically, "Retreat, retreat quickly!"
Linley wasn't the only one; the other ten powerhouses reacted the same way. Like lightning, they prepared to shoot upwards. Their speed was extremely fast, and in an instant, they flew out of the faint red mist's range. But then, the eleven powerhouses suddenly stopped.
They hovered inside the canyon, not daring to fly any higher.
Because above them...
Creatures whose entire bodies were made of metal, with blades on their hands, legs, and foreheads, appeared. They were the lowest form of life from the Abyssal Plane, born for slaughter — Abyssal Blade Demons!
Abyssal Blade Demons!
The same Abyssal Blade Demons Linley and the others had encountered on the tenth floor. Although Abyssal Blade Demons were fast and had strong attacks, their defense was only average... any one of Linley's group, going all out, could kill an Abyssal Blade Demon.
But at this moment, whether it was Linley, Faen, or Desri's group, a wave of despair surged in their hearts.
Dense as locusts, a quick glance showed at least ten thousand 'Abyssal Blade Demons' hovering above the canyon, blocking even the light from above. When an Abyssal Blade Demon had struck down earlier, Faen had blocked it with his weapon. Even so, he was shaken until he vomited blood.
In terms of attack power alone, they were comparable to Tulily.
"Haha~ It's been a long time since we've had intruders. My children, kill them!" Among the countless Abyssal Blade Demons, a small, red Abyssal Blade Demon let out an arrogant roar.
"Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!" "Whoosh!"...
With sharp whistling sounds, countless 'Abyssal Blade Demons' dove down from above. Every Abyssal Blade Demon held a long blade in both hands. Linley and the others knew well how sharp those blades were — they were comparable to low-grade divine artifacts.
"Go down!" Desri shouted urgently.
Without hesitation, Linley and the group of powerhouses plummeted downwards rapidly.
"Swish~" The originally faint red mist suddenly retracted rapidly towards a single spot at the bottom of the canyon. In an instant, Linley and the others saw clearly that the faint red mist had been sucked into the belly of a small, blood-red Abyssal Blade Demon.
There was a blood-red Abyssal Blade Demon above, and there was also one at the bottom of this canyon.
"There are a lot of Abyssal Blade Demons down here too," Rosalie's voice sounded in everyone's minds.
At the bottom of this canyon, there were actually caves. From two of these caves, 'Abyssal Blade Demons' were pouring out endlessly. There were dense Abyssal Blade Demons above, and Abyssal Blade Demons surging up from below.