Starting with 10,000 times the experience, and you're calling me a terrible player?

"He deliberately stripped himself of all emotions."

"No desires, no emotions, and no weaknesses."

"What remains in the end is pure reason to the extreme, and something akin to divinity."

The Demon King paused slightly at this point.

She pressed a thin crack into the armrest of the obsidian throne.

"The White Dragon King stands in the open, attracting all attention."

"Tyranny, greed, arrogance, and slaughter—he bore the brunt of it all."

"Meanwhile, the Black Dragon King hides in the shadows, devouring the laws and climbing step by step to higher places."

She raised her eyes, and for the first time, there was no longer any disdain in her golden pupils.

"I suspect he's been working on some kind of plan all along."

"A plan that could threaten your entire world."

Lin Mo's expression didn't change much after hearing this.

"so what?"

The Demon King looked at him.

Lin Mo leaned back in his chair, his tone languid.

"What are you trying to achieve by telling me all this?"

"You want me to go and kill the Black Dragon King for you?"

"Demon King Sister, the abacus beads are about to hit my face."

He didn't really take it seriously.

there is always a solution to a problem.

If the Dragon King really provokes him, he will naturally take action.

But the Demon King and he were not related, yet the Demon King immediately dumped a bunch of big secrets on him, which didn't seem like information given away for free.

You want to use him as a weapon?

Do you think he is stupid?

As for the remnants of the Dragon Palace...

They're just a bunch of rotten fish and shrimp.

The Dragon King might not even be interested.

Lin Mo was the same.

The Demon King's clone's expression froze for a moment.

She truly hadn't expected this kid to be so rude.

I almost couldn't resist slapping him.

But she held back.

The person in front of me is no weaker than Long Aotian back then.

She was merely a clone that had remained for hundreds of years.

If a fight really breaks out, she'll be the one who loses face.

The Demon King suppressed his anger and changed his perspective.

Actually, I've been following you for a long time.

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.

"Oh?"

"Logically speaking, you only have an ordinary profession."

The Demon King rested his chin on one hand, his tone returning to its usual languidness.

"You shouldn't have awakened skills at the level of [Demon God Transformation] and [Body of the War God]."

"Didn't you ever think about who helped you out?"

Lin Mo paused.

"you mean……"

"That's right."

The Demon King lightly tapped the void with his fingertips.

"I noticed you after my seal was broken."

"The skills you learned during your second job advancement were chosen for you by me."

She smiled.

"How is it? Does it work well?"

Lin Mo paused for a moment.

"It really works well."

The Demon King's lips were about to curl into a smile.

Lin Mo immediately followed up with the next sentence.

"But stop patting yourself on the back."

"I can still get up even without those two skills."

"It's just a matter of taking a little more effort."

The Demon King's clone snorted coldly.

But she did not refute it.

Because she had witnessed firsthand how Lin Mo had become so arrogant.

This person cannot be judged by normal logic.

Give him a broken iron sword, and he'd saw a path straight to the heavens from his own neck.

"but."

Lin Mo stood up from the recliner and snapped his fingers.

The dragon princes and princesses around him, who were massaging his shoulders, feeding him fruit, and playing music, were instantly taken back into the sealing card.

"I'm a person who clearly distinguishes between gratitude and resentment."

"You didn't attack me, and you even gave me two mythical-level skills."

"I accept this favor."

Lin Mo looked at the Demon King.

"Speak, what do you want me to do?"

"Let's make this clear beforehand: any outrageous requests like going after the Black Dragon King are out of the question."

The Demon King's clone gave him a deep look.

"My request is very simple."

"The White Dragon King will be resurrected soon."

When you encounter him, spare his life.

Lin Mo raised an eyebrow.

Why?

The Demon King's voice turned colder.

"I don't care what methods you use to torture him."

"But he can't die."

"Only through the White Dragon King can I possibly find the Black Dragon King."

"OK."

Lin Mo agreed readily.

He stroked his chin, a wicked smile spreading across his face.

"If you won't kill, then don't kill."

"Perfect timing, I've been lacking some fun lately."

"Then we'll lock up the White Dragon King and let him see for himself how his children serve me tea and water, sing and dance for me."

Lin Mo looked at the Demon King and asked in a serious tone:

"Given his volatile temper, do you think he might get so angry he'd want to explode on the spot?"

The demon king's clone stood stunned on the throne.

My eye twitched twice.

Having lived for so many years, this was the first time she felt that the word "devil" might not be a fitting description of the young man in front of her.

This tactic.

That's the underworld.

The Demon King, too lazy to waste any more words with him, raised his wrist and pointed his fingertips at the void.

Two streaks of pure silver light shot out from the sky and stopped in front of Lin Mo.

Those are two skill stones.

Inside the crystal, there are fine, flowing lines of time.

The surrounding space was slightly distorted by them, as if it had been crumpled by an invisible hand.

"These two skill stones are [Time Cage] and [Time Dagger]."

"Keep it safe."

"The Dragon King is proficient in the laws of space."

The Demon King looked at Lin Mo, his tone becoming more serious.

"Only time can possibly hold him back."

"Now, you can leave."

Lin Mo unceremoniously stuffed the two skill stones into his inventory.

A system notification then popped up.

You have cleared 1000 floors of the Trial Tower and are free to leave at any time.

Lin Mo waved his hand at the Demon King.

"I'm gone."

As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and stepped into the void portal behind him.

A strong feeling of weightlessness came over me.

The next second, system notification sounds flooded my mind.

Congratulations on clearing the 1000th floor of the Third Job Advancement Trial Tower!

[Time taken: Eight months and twelve days!]

[Rating: Highest Level!]

[Start calculating the rewards for the third job advancement...]

[Successfully advanced the "Demon God Transformation" talent!]

[The Seed of Law has been successfully formed!]

……

Southern Wilderness.

The news that the Dragon King was about to be resurrected spread throughout the Great Wilderness overnight.

The alliance and the eighteen families, who were originally locked in a fierce battle, stopped fighting almost simultaneously.

All factions are frantically shrinking their defenses.

To recuperate and thrive.

Stockpiling supplies.

Prepare to welcome that name that once cast a shadow over the entire world.

Dragon King.

But there was one person who didn't stop.

The edge of the Third War Zone in the Southern Wilderness.

An elderly man dressed in a purple robe was running frantically along the ground, disregarding everything else.

He is a fifth-level array master of the Ling Group.

A person of high status.

When they went out, they were carried in sedan chairs even when walking.

But now, his hair was disheveled, his purple robe was torn to shreds, and he was coughing up blood as he ran.

On that old face, only a look of utter terror, as if he had seen a ghost, remained.

"madman!"

"Su Xiaoli is a madwoman!"

The old man in purple robes cursed loudly, not daring to turn his head.

Behind him, a petite figure shattered the air as she raced after him.

She was a girl with pigtails who looked only fifteen or sixteen years old.

But in her hand, she was dragging a massive, dark gold halberd that was several times larger than her entire body.

The halberd blade grazed the earth, carving out a deep, bottomless ravine.

Sparks and debris exploded all the way.

Su Xiaoli's eyes were no longer clear.

All that remained in those eyes was a deep, almost black, dark red.

She tilted her head, her voice still sweet.

But to others, it sounded like a chill creeping up their spine.

"Two hundred and ten days..."

"Five thousand and forty hours..."

"Lin Mo hasn't come back yet."

She suddenly looked up at the purple-robed old man running wildly ahead.

His lips slowly parted into a smile.

"It's all your fault, you insects."

"It's noisy."

"The noise is so loud that Lin Mo can't find his way home."