Terror Upgrade! Inner Demon Trial Zone Goes Live!

Lin Shen's words, "grind their pets," were like a silent incantation, instantly draining all the warmth from within the Order Divine Court.

The air was deathly still.

The Sage, who had just been racking their brains over the "reincarnation run," froze in their tracks.

The anxiety on the face of the Tongtian Jiaozhu shattered inch by inch, solidifying into a strange expression that mixed horror and admiration.

The Yuanshi Tianzun's tightly furrowed brows suddenly twitched, as he sensed a trace of demonic sound from beyond the Heavenly Dao deep within his Dao Heart.

Even the Taiqing Laozi, who had been resting with his eyes closed as if nothing was bothering him, paused for a moment while stroking his beard.

All eyes turned to that direction.

The little figure who had just made that terrifying statement was now looking innocent and adorable, playfully teasing the fluffy panda in its arms.

The child gently pinched the panda's ears with two chubby fingers.

It was making cute sounds like "flatten, flatten" and was having a great time.

Within the divine court, one could hear a pin drop.

In the minds of all the Sage, only one thought echoed wildly.

Ruthless!

That's fucking ruthless!

This idea is something no Psionic Energy conceive!

Destroying the spirit!

This is more than just destroying one's spirit! It's practically taking one's Dao Heart out and grinding it on a millstone!

Let them watch as their most beloved pets, personally blessed by the Empress Nuwa and embodying all their fantasies and emotions, are ground into mincemeat, bit by bit, right before their eyes.

The mere thought of that image is enough to shatter the Dao Heart and evaporate the reason of any sane being.

This is a thousand times more cruel than simply grinding the bones to ashes!

Empress Houtu stared blankly at Lin Shen. Even her Sage's Heart, which held the reincarnation and was accustomed to seeing life and death, couldn't help but twitch violently.

She suddenly felt that she, the nominal "CEO of the Underworld Tourism Group," was not even qualified to carry the shoes of this three-year-old Little Ancestor in the art of "how to make people feel pain."

"Great... great idea!"

It was Fuxi broke this eerie silence.

His eyes, which always gleamed with the light of deduction and calculation, now blazed with an almost manic fervor.

He found it!

He found the "god-level patch" that could balance all the values!

"Young friend, this plan is brilliant! A stroke of genius!" Fuxi trembled with excitement, the River Diagram and Luo Script in his hands flashing wildly, and countless new data models were created and destroyed before him.

"We can't actually harm those pets; that would provoke a strong backlash from the players, and Fellow Daoist Nuwa would come after us with the Creation Staff to fight to the death."

"But!"

Fuxi's voice suddenly rose, filled with the passion of a creator.

"We can use 'illusion'!"

"We can create a brand new, higher-level 'Death Experience zone'!"

"Let's call it 'Trial of the Inner Demon'!"

"In this area, all punishments no longer affect the physical body, but strike directly at the soul! It's an illusion! It's a demon within the heart!"

"What players experience is no longer how hot the 'oil pan' is or how sharp the 'mountain of knives' is."

"It's the scene he fears most and finds most unacceptable!"

"For example, let a player who is obsessed with money watch as all the Lin Shen Coin he has painstakingly saved are burned to ashes!"

"Let an incredibly narcissistic player see themselves in the mirror as the ugliest version of themselves in the Primordial World!"

"Of course, there's also the ultimate weapon that my young friend suggested—"

Fuxi turned his gaze to Lin Shen, his eyes filled with the deepest reverence.

"Let them watch helplessly as their most cherished companions, family members, and pets die in the most tragic way before their very eyes, while they are powerless to stop it!"

"This powerlessness, pain, and despair, originating from the depths of the soul, far surpasses any physical torture!"

"This is true 'death education'!"

"It will make every player who experiences it deeply understand one thing—some things, once lost, can never be regained!"

Fuxi's plan sent a chill down the spines of all the Sage present.

They could already see the utterly dejected and existentially questioning look on the faces of countless players as they crawled out of that "Inner Demon Trial Zone."

This is hardly Theme Park.

This is clearly a top-tier "mental hospital" officially run by the underworld!

"Good."

The voice of the Hongjun Daozu echoed, sealing the final seal on this insidious plan.

"That's settled then."

His gaze swept over a figure in the hall who remained silent and out of place with his surroundings.

"Yin Yang, you shall take the lead in this matter."

The Yin-Yang Ancestor, whose name was called, slowly raised his head.

He wore a Daoist robe that was half black and half white, his face was blurred, and his figure constantly shifted between reality and illusion. As the Sage of Reason who governed the Great Dao of "Yin Yang", "Illusion and Reality", and "Truth and Illusion", he was the most accomplished being in the entire Primordial World in terms of illusion and psychology.

"As you command." The voice of the Yin-Yang Ancestor was androgynous and elusive.

He bowed slightly to Hongjun and the Three Pure Ones, then his gaze fell on Lin Shen.

Beneath that blurred face, a pair of eyes that saw through the essence of all things gazed deeply at Lin Shen.

There was even a hint of appreciation in his eyes, as if he had met his match.

Full of energy and drive!

Under the supervision of the Yin-Yang Ancestor, the "Eighteen Levels of Hell" area of the Underworld Theme Park was closed overnight for renovation.

A brand new building, deeper and darker, with no sign at the entrance and only a constantly rotating black vortex that devours all light and hope, rose from the ground.

The slogan at the entrance has also been changed.

No longer are the witty advertising slogans, but only a line of cold, small characters Dao Patterns in blood-red patterns.

[Enter at your own risk if you are easily frightened.]

This provocative slogan, on the contrary, aroused the curiosity of countless players who considered themselves daring.

On the opening day.

The first person to bravely walk in was a top-tier warrior known as a "PK maniac" in the Metaverse.

Clad in heavy armor and wielding a giant axe, he had just completed a high-intensity training session in Zhurong's gym, brimming with confidence.

He stepped into the black vortex with his head held high and chest out.

One breath.

Two breaths.

Three breaths.

A heart-wrenching scream, a hundred times more agonizing than being crushed to death by the Chaos Demon Gods, exploded from the depths of the vortex.

Immediately afterwards, the projection of that top-tier warrior, like a puddle of mud, was "spit out" from the vortex.

His heavy armor was intact, and his health bar was full.

But his eyes were empty and lifeless, suspicious, glistening liquid dripped from the corners of his mouth, and his whole body trembled violently.

He kept muttering to himself.

"My 'Dragon Slaying Saber'... my +15 limited edition 'Dragon Slaying Saber'... it... it's broken... Waaaaah..."

He actually cried.

A tough guy who wouldn't even flinch when his head was chopped off in a duel was now crying like a 300-pound child.

All the players watching from the entrance were dumbfounded.

They looked at each other, and in each other's eyes they saw the same emotion.

That was an extreme kind of fear.

As well as...

Damn it, I can't suppress my intense, overwhelming curiosity!