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"A trial?" Mo Yu was taken aback, murmuring softly before asking, "What kind of trial?"
Qing Yanjing shook her head and said, "I don’t know either. However, I believe that this trial may have already begun the moment we stepped into the Ancient Thunder Palace."
"That Armory Pavilion possesses its own intelligence. The moment we entered the Ancient Thunder Palace, it must have sensed us. Perhaps every move we make is under its watchful eye." Qing Yanjing raised her delicate face, gazing into the void as she spoke.
Hearing this, a thoughtful look flashed through Mo Yu’s eyes.
"From time to time, some disciples in the Ancient Thunder Palace have displayed exceptional performance and, as a result, were suddenly granted recognition by the Armory Pavilion, directly earning the opportunity to enter it." Qing Yanjing smiled.
"Ultimately, it all comes down to fate. If one is fated, they will naturally be able to enter the Armory Pavilion. If not, then only a Heavenly Supreme proficient in spatial divine abilities might be able to locate it." Qing Yanjing shook her head and said.
"Since that’s the case, let’s not dwell on the Armory Pavilion for now. Instead, we should explore the other halls and see if there are other opportunities." Mo Yu decisively said.
Knowing that the Armory Pavilion was not something they could enter easily, he temporarily set aside his obsession. After all, if the Armory Pavilion was truly evaluating their performance, then waiting idly was meaningless.
"Let’s go."
As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Yu wasted no time. With a light tap of his toes, his figure shot forward, darting deeper into the Ancient Thunder Palace. Behind him, Qing Yanjing, Xuan Luo and the others followed closely.
The group moved swiftly, occasionally encountering remnants of spirit arrays along the way. Fortunately, under Qing Yanjing’s guidance, they managed to avoid them. After roughly ten minutes, Mo Yu started noticing that the hazy aura in the surrounding space was growing denser.
Under the influence of this misty aura, even his spiritual perception was significantly hindered.
"There’s a spirit array ahead, but it doesn’t seem dangerous. If I’m not mistaken, this should be the entrance to one of the halls." Despite the interference, Mo Yu still detected the unusual fluctuations ahead and spoke up.
Qing Yanjing nodded slightly, while Xuan Luo and the others showed expressions of excitement, eagerly anticipating the upcoming adventure.
Swoosh!
The group pressed on without slowing down. Moments later, they felt as if they had passed through a membrane-like layer of water. Immediately after, the surrounding space became chaotic, as if they were being transported.
Sensing the turbulent spatial fluctuations, Mo Yu remained calm. He glanced behind him and found that Qing Yanjing and the others had already disappeared, evidently separated by the spatial disturbance.
Seeing this, Mo Yu shook his head slightly before turning his attention to his surroundings.
What appeared before him was a sky shrouded in mist, and beneath it stood a towering mountain that seemed to reach the heavens. At this moment, Mo Yu was standing atop this colossal peak.
Within the mountain range stretched an endless expanse of grand buildings. One magnificent hall after another stood tall, exuding an ancient and majestic aura, filling the world with a sense of antiquity.
At the highest peak, Mo Yu immediately spotted the most imposing great hall. It was a thousand feet high, making anyone standing before it seem as insignificant as an ant.
Above the hall hung a plaque adorned with golden characters that read "Second Hall."
Golden light radiated from the plaque, and a vast energy surged within it, causing the surrounding space to ripple.
"So this is the Second Hall..." Mo Yu gazed at the enormous structure, his brows slightly raised. Without hesitation, he dashed forward, transforming into a streak of light as he shot toward the great hall.
Despite his rapid advance, Mo Yu still extended his spiritual perception to scan the surroundings, wary of any residual spirit arrays.
Fortunately, his journey remained surprisingly smooth. The once-pervasive spirit arrays had seemingly been destroyed in an ancient battle.
In just a few minutes, Mo Yu arrived before the great hall. After a cautious investigation, he discovered that the tightly shut bronze doors bore a sealing force far beyond his ability to break through.
This made Mo Yu furrow his brows in thought. After a brief moment, his gaze landed on the plaque above the bronze doors. His eyes flickered as he clenched his palm, summoning a silver lightning tower into his hand.
This silver lightning tower had been specifically entrusted to him by his original body before entering the Ancient Thunder Palace. Now, he wondered if it could be of use here.
Lightning flickered from the silver tower, and as the radiant energy surged forth, it shot directly into the plaque. Immediately, golden light cascaded down from the plaque, flowing into the tightly shut doors.
Creak.
The bronze doors, sealed for countless millennia, finally emitted a deep creaking sound as they began to open bit by bit.
Seeing this, Mo Yu couldn’t help but exhale in relief. He tossed the silver lightning tower in his hand, sighing in appreciation at its usefulness.
As the bronze doors slowly opened, a wave of ancient, primal energy surged forth. In that instant, Mo Yu seemed to hear the echoes of countless battles, a cacophony of fierce and tragic clashes.
The doors had finally opened. After a brief hesitation, Mo Yu stepped forward and entered the Second Hall.
Inside, the grand hall was vast beyond measure. However, despite its once-majestic glory, it now lay in ruins, with cracks covering the ground—evidence of a devastating battle from the past.
At the center of the hall, shadowy figures clad in black heavy armor stood motionless.
The moment Mo Yu laid eyes on them, his eyelids twitched slightly, and his gaze sharpened with interest.
More and more of the black-armored figures appeared within his sight—silent like a frozen army, standing at the heart of the great hall.
Upon a rough count, there were about ten thousand of them. Their faces were obscured beneath their black heavy armor, making it impossible to discern their identities.
Dark golden lightning patterns were etched onto their armor, as if formed from golden thunder itself, radiating a violent, hair-raising aura. Each of them wielded a massive halberd, its tip gleaming gold, seemingly wrapped in golden lightning.
Clearly, when this army was alive, it must have been an unstoppable force, likely even having slain Earthly Supreme-level powerhouses in its conquests.
Mo Yu’s gaze burned intensely as he fixed his eyes on the army clad in heavy armor, wielding massive halberds. Then, as if recalling something, he murmured, "This... could this be the renowned Golden Thunder Guards of the Ancient Thunder Palace?"
From what Mo Yu knew, the Ancient Thunder Palace was once at its peak, boasting unparalleled power. Apart from the Demon Heart Lightening Emperor, one of the Nine Ancient Emperors and a supreme expert, the palace also had nine hall masters, each an extraordinary Heavenly Supreme.
Beyond these top-tier experts, each of the nine halls under the Ancient Thunder Palace commanded an elite army. These troops were battle-hardened and had slain countless Earthly Supremes. Among them, the most formidable army under the Second Hall was the Golden Thunder Guards—the very army standing before Mo Yu.
The troops of the Ancient Thunder Palace cultivated peculiar techniques. It was said that when warriors fell in battle, their spiritual energy would merge with their bodies, transforming them into beings devoid of consciousness, akin to puppet warriors.
However, as Mo Yu observed the scene before him, his initial excitement faded. When he spread out his spiritual perception, he was stunned to find that among the ten thousand Golden Thunder Guards, there wasn’t a single trace of spiritual fluctuation.
These Golden Thunder Guards seemed to have been utterly destroyed.
"How could this be?" Mo Yu frowned slightly.
Normally, in an elite force like this, fallen warriors would trigger the secret technique refined into their bodies at the moment of death, stripping away their vitality and turning them into corpse soldiers with a certain probability.
This way, even in death, they could still serve as part of the army.
Corpse soldiers, in a sense, were no longer living beings, allowing them to withstand the erosion of time.
Yet now, Mo Yu sensed no such energy from them—they were nothing more than lifeless husks.
After a moment of contemplation, Mo Yu shook his head. It seemed these Golden Thunder Guards lacked some kind of awakening catalyst, leaving them in this dormant state.
Even so, Mo Yu wouldn’t let them slip away easily. After all, this was a force powerful enough to rival Earthly Supremes. Though he wasn’t a Battle Array Master, he could learn. With his talent, he believed that with the right inheritance, he would become an exceptional one in no time!
With that thought, Mo Yu’s mind stirred, and the silver tower in his hand shot forward, rapidly expanding to a size of hundreds of meters. At its base, a blinding thunderous light erupted.
Bathed in this thunderous glow, the Golden Thunder Guards instantly turned into streaks of light and vanished—not into the void, but rather, they were transferred into the silver thunder tower.
After collecting the ten thousand Golden Thunder Guards, the silver tower shrank once more, gently landing in Mo Yu’s palm.
"It seems this silver tower is actually a military sigil..." Mo Yu murmured to himself.
Just as he secured the Golden Thunder Guards and was about to leave in satisfaction, his expression suddenly changed.
Before him, space began to ripple and distort. Moments later, a massive spatial black hole spanning dozens of meters abruptly emerged.
Deep within the void-like space, a golden throne loomed in the distance.
Before the throne stood a golden-robed figure, exuding a presence so overwhelming that even heaven and earth seemed subdued before him. His aura carried a suffocating might, sending a chilling pressure rippling through the surroundings.
As this pressure descended, Mo Yu’s expression shifted dramatically, for he was shocked to discover that the golden-robed figure wasn’t an illusion—but a real, physical body!
Within the Second Hall, who else could possess such an imposing presence other than the Second Hall Master himself?
What shocked Mo Yu even more was that he could faintly sense a trace of life from this body!
Could it be that the Second Hall Master had not perished?
Frowning slightly, Mo Yu fixed his gaze on the golden-robed figure seated upon the throne in the dark expanse.
"After countless millennia, a successor has finally arrived."
A hoarse, ancient voice echoed from the shadows. As the darkness wavered, the majestic golden-robed figure slowly lifted his head.
His face was sunken and marked with the passage of time, yet his pupils were eerily hollow. However, when his gaze fell upon Mo Yu, a glimmer of light seemed to spark within them.
"I am the Ancient Thunder Palace’s Second Hall Master, Lei Zhenhuang. Since you have arrived here and bear the sigil of my Ancient Thunder Palace, you must be someone connected to our lineage. My consciousness is on the verge of dissipating, and so, my inheritance shall be passed on to one who is destined."
The golden-robed figure’s hoarse voice carried a sense of frailty, as if his strength was rapidly fading. He then weakly waved his hand and said, "Come forward."
Hearing this, Mo Yu felt no excitement at the prospect of good fortune. Instead, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he remained rooted in place, staring at Lei Zhenhuang without taking a single step.
After all, though Mo Yu had not personally witnessed the ancient battle, he could imagine its brutality. The warriors of the Ancient Thunder Palace had either perished or been corrupted by evil energy.
No matter how powerful the Second Hall Master had been, it was impossible for his consciousness to survive for countless millennia. To Mo Yu, this was likely not an opportunity but a honey-coated poison—a deadly trap.
The Second Hall Master’s already rigid face seemed to stiffen further upon seeing Mo Yu remain motionless, making no move to accept the so-called inheritance.
However, he said nothing more, simply leaning against the throne, his body growing weaker, his golden robe appearing more and more illusory, as if his consciousness were truly about to dissipate.
Yet Mo Yu remained unfazed, unmoving in place, showing no intention of stepping forward.
The eerie silence stretched on—ten minutes... twenty minutes...
As time continued to pass, the golden-robed figure slumped lifelessly on the throne, his hollow eyes seemingly shut in exhaustion.
Then, in the next instant, his eyes snapped open!
A sinister gleam erupted from the ’Second Hall Master’s’ pupils. His once solemn face twisted with a malevolent aura as he fixated on Mo Yu. A sharp, enraged voice pierced through the silence.
"Damn human wretch, you’re quite patient!"
At this, Mo Yu’s lips curled into a mocking smirk. He chuckled softly and said, "I must say, you creatures of the Outer Realm are rather foolish. In this day and age, you still think such tricks will work?"
Hearing these words, the ’Second Hall Master’s’ expression stiffened momentarily before turning dark with fury. A terrifying, murderous intent surged in his gaze...
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