Around the thirty-fifth year after entering the Purgatory Abyss, Chen Daolin and the others had no choice but to end their mission early.
There was no helping it. After robbing the place time and again, Chen Daolin and his group had become notorious throughout the Purgatory Abyss. The Purgatory Lords on nearly every level knew that a powerful World Master carrying heaven-defying treasures was descending level by level, looting their treasuries. Many Purgatory Lords had already joined forces and lay in wait for Chen Daolin and the others at every passageway.
Numerous undying gods had prepared to strike together. They also knew that Chen Daolin's group could disguise and transform themselves, so everyone coming down was thoroughly searched from beginning to end.
There was simply no way to continue downward.
Thus, when Chen Daolin and the others reached the 157th level and realized something was wrong, they had no choice but to leave and end their Purgatory Abyss mission early.
They had not even reached the first requirement of the Purgatory Abyss mission—300 levels.
However, neither Chen Daolin nor Golden Horn cared about those few points.
Their gains from more than thirty years in the Purgatory Abyss exceeded those points by tenfold, even a hundredfold!
They had robbed nearly a hundred Purgatory Lords in the abyss. Some hauls were large and some small, but together they amounted to an astonishing fortune!
Golden Horn beamed with delight. Whether her brain had short-circuited or she was simply too excited, she suddenly planted a loud kiss on Chen Daolin's face. He promptly slapped her into the wall, where she leaned against it miserably like an abandoned puppy.
Chen Daolin did not pay much attention to it. Too lazy to deal with this death-seeking Golden Horn, he simply assumed her brain was acting up