A wisp of purple aura shot out, and his eyes were also tinged with a captivating purple-gold hue.
"Uh—"
The Golden Dragon locked eyes with him, its body instantly stiffening, mouth slightly agape, an expression full of terror.
Then, suddenly waking up, it dragged the dragon chair and quickly came to Chen Mo, even using its tail to sweep the dust off the chair, rubbing its hands with a fawning smile at Chen Mo.
Chen Mo couldn’t tell if it was an illusion, but he seemed to see a hint of sycophancy on its face...
Having just gone through the trial of thirty floors, he was indeed somewhat exhausted. The Golden Eyes of Truth scanned the area, and after confirming everything was safe, he sat on the dragon chair.
"Roar—"
The Golden Dragon looked a bit excited, tumbling around Chen Mo before directly diving into his body.
?!
"What’s happening..."
Before Chen Mo could react, the Golden Dragon had already disappeared.
After a meticulous inspection, there were no anomalies in his body. Rather, the Dragon Qi within the Dantian had become much fuller, and within that purple aura, there were faint traces of golden dust, akin to stars shimmering in the galaxy.
[Acquired: Taiyin Geng Metal Dragon Qi.]
Seeing the message flash before his eyes, Chen Mo couldn’t help but be taken aback.
"Taiyin Geng Metal... Dragon Qi?"
He spread his palm, where a purple-gold aura appeared, docilely spiraling around his fingertips.
After absorbing that golden Dragon Qi, his control over Dragon Qi increased significantly. Although not at the level of moving it as flexibly as his own limbs, it was a qualitative leap from before.
Beyond that, there seemed to be no other changes.
"Strange, why is there Dragon Qi within the Heavenly Martial Arena?"
Chen Mo frowned slightly.
It was clearly a trial ground for Body Refinement and Soul Tempering, yet here on this high platform lay a Dragon Qi, out of place with its surroundings, feeling as if purposely placed there by someone...
But having already absorbed it, pondering further was pointless.
It’s unlikely to be a trick; who would be bored enough to test a Fourth-Level Warrior with Dragon Qi?
"Better complete the event quickly."
Chen Mo stood up, the dragon chair dissipating into golden light, the stone steps restoring to their usual state.
Ascending to the thirty-second step, the stairway abruptly ended, and at the center of the stone steps stood a blue-black stone pillar.
This should be the "final level."
Chen Mo stepped forward, scrutinizing the stone pillar, its surface mottled and weathered, etched with complex patterns exuding an ancient and archaic aura.
"What is this thing?"
Chen Mo observed for a long time, realizing these patterns were not an array but seemed more like a totem.
Reaching out to touch the pillar, his fingertips brushed over the rough grooves, his heart vaguely filled with a certain sense of realization, mysterious yet indescribable.
While he was immersed in this profound insight, a clamor of clashing metal came from below, tens of thousands of weapons rang and quivered, rising from the ground, gathering above the dome.
As if stirred by an invisible hand, they formed a torrent of steel, swiftly rotating around Chen Mo.
"What is this?"
The people present stared in a daze at this scene.
Those who could enter the Mountain of Blades and Tomb of Swords for training were all one-in-a-million talents and naturally knew how difficult the climb up this stone platform was.


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