Chapter 233

The gray mist was like viscous slurry, wrapping every inch of Su Chen's skin.

His spiritual sense probed out of his body for no more than three zhang, and it was like a mud cow entering the sea, quickly dissolved by a cold and violent force, and even eroded back along his spiritual sense, trying to pollute his Primordial Spirit.

"Such domineering demonic energy."

Su Chen's heart moved, and inside his dantian, the Golden Core shook slightly.

Warm Dao rhyme flowed out, turning into a thin layer of halo to protect his whole body, isolating the gray mist that entered through every pore.

Outside the halo, the gray mist surged, making a "zhizhi" sound, but could no longer advance an inch.

It is worthy of being a place that can make Demon Immortals feel fearful.

Su Chen muttered, did not stop, and followed the direction recorded in the jade slip, walking step by step toward the depths of the secret realm.

This space was terrifyingly dead, no wind, no sound, and even the passage of time became blurred.

Under his feet was cracked dark red land, as if all vitality had been drained by some terrifying force.

As he continued to go deeper, the gray mist around him became more intense, and it began to be mixed with some broken whispers, like the most vicious curses of countless living beings before death, or like the whispers of Chaos Demon Gods in his ears, constantly impacting his heart and spirit, inducing the deepest desire for killing and destruction in his heart.

If Su Chen's Dao heart was not stable, and he didn't have the Hunyuan Golden Core to suppress himself, this mental pollution alone would be enough to make any cultivator in the Heavenly Immortal realm completely crazy and become a demon who only knew how to kill.

I don't know how long he walked, but in the surging gray mist ahead, a completely different color finally appeared.

That was a point of extreme black.

Su Chen's pupils shrank, and he quickened his pace.

When he passed through the last layer of thick fog, the scene in front of him made his breathing stagnate.

A black treasure tower about a hundred zhang high stood quietly in the center of the gray world.

The treasure tower was divided into nine levels, cast from an unknown black material, without any gorgeous carvings, and did not even emit a trace of magic power fluctuation.

It stood there quietly, as if it were not a building, but a tombstone of this world, an embodiment of the end of all things.

Just by looking at it, a throb and fear from the depths of the soul arose spontaneously. As if it were not a tower, but a hole leading to an endless abyss, wanting to swallow everything that saw it.

"This is it."

Su Chen took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and walked toward the black tower step by step.

A hundred zhang, fifty zhang, thirty zhang...

When he was only ten zhang away from the black tower, a sudden change occurred!

"Weng—"

A buzzing sound that seemed to come from the ancient primordial chaos exploded in Su Chen's mind without warning.

The originally dead black tower, like a fierce beast that had slept for billions of years, woke up.

A terrifying will that could not be described in words descended!

Kill! Kill! Kill!

Destruction! End! Silence!

No reason, no cause, the destruction will that was pure to the extreme, like a red-hot branding iron, was heavily imprinted on Su Chen's Primordial Spirit.

In an instant, Su Chen's eyes were filled with a sea of blood and mountains of corpses. He seemed to see stars shattering, heaven and earth returning to chaos, and the doomsday scene of all living beings turning into fly ash in wailing. An irresistible temptation rose in his heart—as long as he merged with this will, he could control this supreme power that ended all things!

"Hmph!"

Just at the moment when Su Chen's Primordial Spirit was about to lose its defense, a cold snort rang from the bottom of his heart.

Inside his dantian, the Hunyuan Golden Core suddenly accelerated its rotation, the five-element Dao rhyme and yin-yang two qi intertwined and flowed, turning into a mysterious millstone, firmly locking the destruction will that invaded his Primordial Spirit.

"The Demon Dao is also a kind of Dao."

Su Chen closed his eyes, no panic on his face, but entered a state of ethereal Dao enlightenment.

The core of "Hunyuan Jin Dan Zhen Jie" is not simply accumulating magic power, but comprehending the principles of all things, melting the five elements and yin and yang, and finally achieving the Hunyuan Dao.

In his view, although this destruction will is terrifying, its essence is also an extreme manifestation of the Heavenly Dao. Like "yin" in yin and yang, "restraint" in the five elements, it is an indispensable part of a complete Dao.

Instead of resisting, he took the initiative to divide a wisp of his mind, sank into it, and from the perspective of "Hunyuan Jin Dan Zhen Jie," analyzed and comprehended the origin of this destruction will.

Why is killing? For the end.

Why is destruction? For rebirth.

One thought of life, one thought of death. Life and death are perfection.

With Su Chen's comprehension, that violent destruction will seemed to find an outlet, no longer a simple impact, but turned into countless broken law runes, pouring into his heart and spirit.

And the Hunyuan Golden Core in his dantian, in addition to the five-element perfect Dao rhyme, actually began to slowly give birth to a wisp of gray airflow representing "silence" and "end."

I don't know how long it took, but when Su Chen opened his eyes again, his eyes were clear.

That destruction will, which was enough to make a Semi-Sage tremble with fear, had disappeared without a trace.

The nine-level black tower in front of him was still as dead as before, but the original heart-palpitating pressure had weakened by 99%.

A smile appeared on Su Chen's face.

He knew he had bet right. What remained in this black tower was only a wisp of its original owner's will imprint, without true intelligence.

He used the principles of the Great Dao to "persuade" it, not brute force to "conquer" it, and thus gained its approval.

He reached out and pressed lightly on the cold tower body of the black tower.

A huge stream of information instantly poured into his mind.

The Nine Demon Tower was generated from the Western Geng Metal Essence when heaven and earth were opened, fused with the source of the Nether Profound Water, and nurtured under the laws of heaven and earth. It has a total of forty-six innate restrictions and is a supreme Innate Spiritual Treasure.

So that's it, Su Chen understood in his heart.

This tower belongs to both gold and water, which is exactly what he lacks to perfect his Golden Core five elements, but it is a pity that although this object belongs to the gold and water two-element treasure, it does not belong to a spiritual object and cannot be used to refine his Hunyuan Golden Core.

However, being able to obtain a supreme Innate Spiritual Treasure was already a great luck. Su Chen didn't feel regret, his heart moved, magic power surged out, and he began to refine this Nine Demon Tower.