Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

When that purple light shot into Lin Mo’s forehead, everything around him seemed to freeze instantaneously. The beasts with fierce faces and clawing movements stopped as if struck by an immobilization spell, frozen in place.

Behind Lin Mo, the pattern like a small black snake coiled on his back suddenly began to ripple. Lin Mo could feel a strange energy flickering beneath his skin, bringing a sharp stinging sensation.

After a moment, the stinging ceased, and the black pattern on his back spread out, forming an older and more mysterious figure. It was neither beast nor fire but exuded a mysterious and ancient aura.

This aura was very similar to the purple barrier on both sides of the bridge but was richer and more profound than the aura on the purple barrier.

”Hoo!”

Suddenly, Lin Mo let out a long breath, releasing all the shock in his heart. The instant the purple light shot into his forehead, numerous pieces of information emerged in his mind, including details of the purple light and the surrounding purple barriers.

This is a thing called the ’Netherworld Pattern,’ more complex and ancient than drawing talismans and arrays. As for the black pattern on his back, Lin Mo didn’t know what it was. That black pattern had been hidden within him since sealing and refining the alien demon in the Nine Continents Secret Realm. It had always appeared ordinary, and Lin Mo paid it little attention until the purple light seemed to activate the black pattern.

The black pattern also contained the aura of the Netherworld Pattern, but it remained more ancient, like the true essence of the Netherworld Pattern. Compared to the purple light curtain, the black pattern was more than mere superficial markings.

”Could the alien demon be related to the Netherworld Pattern?” Lin Mo murmured, furrowing his sword eyebrows, ”Who suppressed the alien demon in the Prison Tower within the Nine Continents Secret Realm? And for what purpose?”

Lin Mo had always suspected a massive secret was hidden on Yu Lan Star, but the Mystic Realm Sect had already taken over the star, leaving him without the strength or qualifications to investigate its mysteries.

”Once I’ve gained enough strength, I must return to check.” Lin Mo silently vowed.

Clearing his thoughts, Lin Mo widened his eyes, looking at the tadpole-like Netherworld Patterns floating within the purple light curtain. His mind felt a familiar sensation, as if he could control these patterns.

However, with hundreds of Star Sea-level beasts glaring fiercely from both sides of the bridge, Lin Mo dared not casually attempt anything. If he accidentally closed the purple barrier, his path would lead only to death.

Now, Lin Mo faced two choices: continue forward or return, and attempt to tear open a space rift, escaping into the Dark Space.

”Take a chance, transform a motorcycle into a racing car.” Lin Mo stared ahead at the black palace, gritting his teeth as he gripped the Xuanyuan Sword tightly in his hand, deciding to continue onward. Entering the Netherworld’s domain of a World-level Expert this time was an opportunity, and choosing to retreat now meant waiting indefinitely for the next chance.

Moreover, enhancing his strength was his most crucial goal now.

Danger and opportunity always co-exist; his footsteps resounded heavily on the bridge, each sound seeming to pound directly on his heart. The black palace ahead still cloaked in unknown dangers. Although the bridge wasn’t long, it took roughly ten minutes to reach the black palace’s entrance at the bridge’s end before stopping to gaze at the large stone doors.

The door bore a statue resembling both crocodile and tiger, vivid and lifelike, emitting a deep black luster. Its black eyes flickered with a dark red glow, as if alive.

”Just a statue, yet it exudes a pressure strong enough to gather my True Yuan. I wonder what level this beast is.” Gazing at the statue, a mysterious pressure filled the air, causing Lin Mo’s True Yuan to pause. Merely a statue carrying some beastly majesty could produce such pressure; facing a living beast, even its breath could annihilate him.

Steadying his nerves, Lin Mo set his sight upon the palace doors, consisting of two solid stone gates. They were imbued with purple Netherworld Patterns, exuding ancient and mysterious energy.

”With such a defense array level, forcibly breaking through would require at least a Star Sea Level or Star System Level Expert.” Lin Mo frowned, recognizing the robust energy in the Netherworld Patterns on the stone gate.

Thinking along these lines, Lin Mo slowly extended his hand, pressing it against a stone door. Strangely, seeing these patterns made him feel an intense nostalgia, akin to a grandfather seeing his grandson. Meanwhile, the black pattern on his back emitted a subtle purple glow, converging into peculiar energy spreading to his arm and right palm. Then, as if unlocking a lock with a key, the Netherworld Patterns on the stone door began to change, creating creaking sounds.

Boom!

In Lin Mo’s astonished gaze, the two heavy stone doors slowly opened, revealing a cold and grandiose palace before his eyes.

”It opened?”

Seeing this, a hint of delight flashed in his eyes. He had planned only to test the outcome, but unexpectedly, the stone gate truly opened.

Entering the palace’s interior, it was empty and vacant, with no decorations or statues, merely void.

”No way, after struggling to get in, there isn’t any treasure?” Lin Mo furrowed his brow, his gaze scanning the space. The palace had no hidden passages or mechanisms, everything was clear.

At that moment, Lin Mo’s gaze fell on the throne at the front of the hall. A vibrant figure sat there, eyes shut, lifeless, yet emitting a terrifying pressure.

”I didn’t intend to trespass senior’s Netherworld; I hope senior can forgive.” Eyeing the figure, Lin Mo slightly bowed, cupping his hands in salute. He knew that person was already dead, only remaining unyielding due to his extraordinary cultivation.

Essentially, this place was the Netherworld of the deceased powerful being, akin to an ancient tomb. Lin Mo approached the throne, summoning his True Yuan to withstand the invisible pressure, examining closely. The man sat there, with jade-like features, clad in golden armor, emanating indomitable strength.