At that moment, Ying Bing seemed momentarily dazed.
Memories she had swept into the corners of her mind—ones she refused to dwell on—surged uncontrollably from the depths of her consciousness once more.
What if the rankings this time ended up just like last time?
Hot springs... and having to wear that outfit...
Her face remained expressionless, but her delicate fingers curled tightly around the hilt of Tianshuang.
"Oi, Ice Block?"
Li Mo waved his hand in front of her eyes.
Ying Bing lifted her gaze, her expression deadly serious.
"Never been. Never will."
"??"
Li Mo scratched his head, a forest of question marks sprouting in his mind.
Since when did the Ice Block’s whole vibe change like this?
Weird.
Ying Bing exhaled softly and turned her gaze toward the depths of the secret realm.
The aura of the Blood Phoenix Essence grew ever closer.
Those scenes in her mind... they would never come to pass.
BOOM—
A towering pillar of white light dissipated, leaving behind only a solitary gateway.
Through it, faint glimpses of bronze steps could be seen—steps that seemed out of place in this era.
And atop those steps stood four palaces.
Each one was ancient and majestic, their structures rugged and imposing, distinct from the refined elegance of the Great Yu Dynasty, evoking an instinctive awe in all who beheld them.
All of them hovered midair.
"This must be... a construct from the Great Shang era."
"The Great Shang worshipped the Bronze Divine Tree, with the Hundred Birds as their totems. The Blood Phoenix pledging allegiance to them makes sense."
A voice spoke up.
Li Mo turned and saw it was Senior Brother Ouyang, the chief disciple of Ruyi Peak.
The crowd erupted in murmurs, their eyes alight with shock and excitement.
A secret realm from the Great Shang era, preserved so flawlessly until now?
The opportunities hidden within must far surpass anything they could imagine!
[Second Trial: Ascend the Azure Ladder.]
[Those who enter the fourth palace shall witness Creation and Eternity.]
The trial’s rules were simple—brutally so.
The bronze steps and the four palaces were the trial itself.
In essence, it was no different from the Stairway to Heaven.
Whether you understood or not, all you had to do was climb.
Creation and Eternity!
Who dared claim such things?
Yet the sheer audacity of the proclamation, paired with the mystique of the floating bronze palaces, lent it an air of credibility.
And so, one by one, they stepped through the gateway.
"This secret realm isn’t quite what I expected..."
Li Mo found the whole thing a bit suspicious.
Why was this place structured like some kind of entrance exam?
The first trial had tested combat prowess and cunning, even seeming to encourage bloodshed.
Now the second trial had thrown out a carbon copy of the Stairway to Heaven.
This wasn’t just wild speculation from a novel reader’s perspective—he’d seen real inheritances before.
The one beneath Qingyuan, for instance, had no convoluted trials.
If the inheritance didn’t choose you, you’d never even find the place.
Was he overthinking this?
...
Once everyone had entered, the gateway vanished.
But those at the front merely exchanged glances, none daring to take the first step.
No one wanted to be the guinea pig.
Who knew what would happen once they set foot on those steps? Better to let someone else test the waters.
"Hmph. To think you lot are nothing more than a pack of cowards."
Bai Jinghong strode forward, chin raised, his face brimming with arrogance as he ascended the first step.
He frowned slightly but showed no other reaction.
Only then did the others follow.
By this stage, the surviving disciples of Qingyuan Sect had naturally grouped together—aside from Li Mo’s trio, only Ouyang, another elite disciple, and Tie Qi remained.
Li Mo and Ying Bing took the lead.
The moment his foot touched the first step, realization dawned.
This wasn’t like the Stairway to Heaven.
That trial tested one’s innate talent—the greater the talent, the lighter the pressure.
But here? No pressure at all.
"Just a simple path to the palaces, then?"
Just as the thought crossed his mind, Li Mo heard a whisper in his heart. But when he focused, it was gone.
A glance at the others showed no reaction.
The real trial must lie within the palaces...
"Hahaha! Money... so much money! And rare treasures! Divine weapons!"
Suddenly, someone burst into mad laughter, staggering toward the edge of the steps—
And then stepped off into the abyss below.
The chasm was deep. No sound of impact followed. Perhaps he’d been ejected from the realm.
"Huh?"
Li Mo was still puzzling over it when his vision blurred.
Stacks of crimson banknotes materialized before him.
Li Mo: "..."
The illusion lasted only a second before fading.
Yeah... money from his past life wasn’t exactly useful here.
"Money?"
"I saw a divine weapon just now..."
"So this trial tests whether we can resist greed?"
...
No fools had made it this far. They quickly grasped the trial’s true nature.
Thus, very few fell after that.
Soon, most had reached the first palace.
BOOM—
The palace doors swung open, revealing a dazzling sight.
Piles of treasures filled the hall—divine weapons, spiritual herbs, elixirs, pearls the size of fists, mountains of crimson gold... wealth beyond measure.
Gulp.
"Good heavens... how much is this?"
"My sect’s vault doesn’t hold a hundredth of this!"
"Crimson gold! A single tael trades for ten of regular gold—and here it’s stacked like firewood!"
These were all people of the world, many of whom claimed to disdain wealth.
But how many could truly resist its allure?
Cultivation was an expensive pursuit!
In some ways, money mattered more than talent.
[Kneel and kowtow to enter.]
The message was simple.
A few bows, and you could claim these riches.
But it also meant forfeiting the rest of the trial.
Many hesitated. But in the end, some couldn’t resist.
"Damn it all! I’ve fought tooth and nail for things like this. With this kind of wealth, what can’t I get?"
"Who knows if the later rewards will even be ours? Might as well split this haul!"
"What if the first palace’s treasures are the best?"
...
Out of fifty, over a dozen entered the palace.
Thirty-some remained.
"Worthless dross."
Bai Jinghong scoffed and pressed onward.
Tie Qi’s breathing grew heavy as he eyed the wealth, but seeing someone else remain unmoved, he held his ground.
"Brother Li... you’re not interested in this?"
"Oh, I am."
"Then why...?"
"They’re just not offering enough."
Tie Qi: "??"
What kind of nonsense was that?
Even if Li Mo came from wealth, there was no way his family’s coffers could rival this.
He clearly didn’t care and was deliberately saying it like that.
Ying Bing naturally had no need to explain further.
The ice block found counting money quite enjoyable, but only if she could watch it accumulate bit by bit.
Ouyang didn’t seem interested in money either.
As for Senior Brother Xiaobao...
The things inside weren’t even worth as much as he himself.
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
