The dark staircase entrance is like the open throat of a silent giant, silently swallowing the already dim light on the third floor of Armory.
The cold breath coming from the depths of the earth is not simply low temperature, but a kind of deathly silence that is closer to the essence.
It was like countless invisible steel needles, ignoring Lu Chen's protective body True Qi, constantly and stubbornly probing his soul.
Lu Chen stood at the edge of the stairs and did not take a step immediately.
The overwhelming and terrifying pressure of the Holy Son is like a mountain that still weighs on his heart.
Under that indifferent gaze, he tried his best to protect himself, and he was not even qualified to make the other party really look at him.
He clearly realized that with his current strength, he might be considered the number one person in Nanling Prefecture, but looking at the world, he was still vulnerable to those who were truly strong.
In this world where human life is like a piece of grass and demons are rampant, there is no power. The so-called longevity is nothing more than a mirror, a treasure that a stronger person can take away at any time.
Lu Chen slowly raised his head, his eyes that were still struggling now became as smooth as a deep pool, leaving only incomparable determination.
He bowed deeply to the rickety figure sitting on the Taishi's chair, which seemed to be integrated with the darkness, and his movements were standard, without the slightest hesitation.
"Junior, I would like to go."
There were no heroic words, no hesitation, just four words, but they represented his determination to risk his life.
Clerk Chen didn't respond, and he didn't even raise his eyelids. It seemed that Lu Chen's decision had already been expected by him.
Lu Chen stood up straight, without any hesitation, stepped forward, and stepped firmly on the first cold stone step with his right foot.
The material of the stone steps was neither gold nor stone, and it felt bitingly cold to the touch. A cold air instantly rushed into his body along the soles of his feet, straight to the sky. However, his soul was tenacious and protected by Mystic Tortoise Internal Energy. This cold air only refreshed his spirit and did not cause any real harm.
However, the moment his entire body completely entered the range of the stairs and his left foot stepped onto the stone steps--
"Boom!"
An extremely dull loud noise came from behind without warning!
The thick stone wall that isolated the third floor of Armory from this place suddenly closed! It was a tight fit, as if it had never been opened.
The last ray of light was completely swallowed, and Lu Chen instantly fell into pure, blinding absolute darkness.
He was completely isolated from Clerk Chen, from the entire third floor of Armory, and from the world he was familiar with.
At the same moment when the stone wall closed, a sigh came from the endless darkness below the stairs.
This sigh sounded directly in Lu Chen's sea of consciousness, making the hairs on his body stand on end. An unprecedented sense of crisis instantly enveloped his whole body.
There was something... that had been waiting for him for thousands of years.
Lu Chen stabilized his mind, spread <Ten Thousand Year Black Tortoise Art>'s internal energy throughout his body, protected his heart, and then walked calmly along the spiraling downward stone steps step by step.
The sound of footsteps was extremely clear in this empty environment, and every time they fell, they would bring up a series of distant echoes.
He didn't know how long he had been gone.
Finally, the stone steps under my feet came to an end.
There was no longer a swirling darkness ahead, but a faint dark red light that looked like coagulated blood.
Lu Chen walked out of the stairs, and his eyes suddenly opened up. A straight corridor with no end in sight appeared in front of him.
This corridor is extremely wide, with a length of ten feet and a height of dozens of feet. Rather than being called a corridor, it is more like a huge canyon dug into the interior of the mountain.
The two sides of the corridor are not rough stone walls, but some kind of strange, dark red glass-like crystals.
Inside these crystals, there seems to be viscous liquid flowing at an extremely slow speed, emitting a faint light, providing the only source of light for this dead place.
The air was filled with an indescribably strong smell of rust, mixed with a chilling air that made one's heart palpitate.
It is as if this place was once High Antiquity's Shura battlefield, where hundreds of millions of creatures were bleeding, and that unyielding will to kill has completely infiltrated every inch of space here.
"No wonder the third floor of Armory is not a warehouse, but a huge sealed mausoleum. This aura is stronger than that of Hundred Demon Cave."
Lu Chen gripped the short knife at his waist tightly, with the power of his soul on high alert, he cautiously took a step forward and officially entered this weird corridor.
The moment his feet landed on the ground, a sudden change occurred!
"Buzz--"
There was no warning, no sound, and the air in the entire corridor seemed to freeze at this moment.
Immediately afterwards, countless invisible but unrivaled sharp knives appeared out of thin air from all directions!
These knife intentions are not physical attacks. They do not cut the body or break Gang Qi. Instead, they are like the sharpest blades, directly penetrating Lu Chen's body and protective body True Qi, and are frantically cutting towards his soul and his sea of consciousness!
"Ugh!"
Lu Chen let out a muffled groan and felt as if his head had been split open and thrown into a meat grinder.
In the sea of consciousness, huge waves set off, and the severe pain came one after another like a tide, almost completely submerging his consciousness.
His proud soul, which was immune to almost all mental attacks, seemed to have become a piece of exposed flesh and blood at this moment, allowing the thousands of swords to go crazy!
The black True Qi barrier formed by <Ten Thousand Year Black Tortoise Art> has almost no effect in the face of this pure strangulation at the level of will.
Streams of blood seeped out uncontrollably from the corners of his eyes, nostrils, and ear holes, making him look ferocious and terrifying.
Lu Chen was horrified and staggered backwards.
However, this corridor seemed endless. No matter where he retreated, the omnipresent sword intent followed him, and the cutting force even became stronger and stronger.
Domineering, fierce, vicious, cunning, indomitable...
Each sword intention contains a completely different will.
They are like the lifelong marks left by countless peerless swordsmen. They have been silent in this corridor for eternity, and are now completely activated by the intruder Lu Chen.
The power of the soul was being consumed at a terrifying speed. Lu Chen felt for the first time that his soul was so fragile and insignificant in front of this endless torrent of sword intent.
He realized that if he didn't think of a way out, he wouldn't be able to survive even half an hour, and his soul would be wiped alive by these swords, turning him into an idiot with only an empty shell of his body!
Just when his soul was about to be torn apart and his consciousness was on the verge of collapse, a spiritual light suddenly exploded in his mind!
He suddenly remembered the meaningful words Clerk Chen said before--
"The knife chooses you, not you."