Chapter 143: The Final Trial!

The second-floor corridor, the stairs, then the first-floor hall—all places passed through were plunged in darkness.

The lamps originally in the house had all been extinguished; along the way, only the lantern held by the servant puppet illuminated the path.

It felt deeply eerie.

Yet as Chen Yan followed the servant puppet downward, he saw nothing but utter blackness all around.

In such an environment saturated with darkness, human senses and spiritual perception grew dull—vision blocked, all perception hollowed out. Yet that rhythmic, crisp sound lingered like a haunting demonic melody, gripping the heart.

Mi Tao’s face still wore that faint smile, as if he paid no mind at all to Xiangyang’s attitude or words.

“Do not intentionally harm or maim human life; do not commit any act violating national law. Should any occur, we will punish you according to national law. That is all I have to say. Good luck to all of you on your exam.”

“I thought I’d finally found hope, but now, while it’s not entirely gone, it’s…” Jerry sighed. As a medical student, he knew the immense cost required to cure such a disease—if left untreated for a year after onset, it became irreversible.

Chen Bo stepped out the door first. Though he hadn’t seen them yet, the footsteps ahead warned him that what was coming was no friend.

After Hu Yan Zhuqing left the room, Liu Shiyuan quietly exhaled, then immediately sat cross-legged on the bed to cultivate and regulate her breath.

She expressed deep helplessness and sorrow over the scheme she had once orchestrated—designed solely to earn merit—that nearly wiped out the entire clan.

“You—” Qin Xian’er, unsettled by the other’s contemptuous glance, turned to Qin Yu, hoping she would say something.

But he never got the chance to touch Ares, and Ares received no form of attack whatsoever—so was he lying?

Level-One Zombies’ bodies remain extremely fragile; beetles could easily tear off any patch of rotting flesh, leaving the zombies riddled with bites and wounds.

“Then I’ll trouble you—I’ll prepare the black tea for you here,” Sakuya said with a smile to Yueye.

This excellent-tier combat technique, though merely mid-tier in rank, was still something rare and hard to come by.

“Snap”—a single ice-blue bean burst upon the Manhu Jing’s body. He felt a bone-deep chill, shuddered violently, and a thin layer of frost coated his skin. His entire body seemed frozen solid—just two seconds of paralysis.

Soaring through the air at high speed, Li Han soon reached the airspace above a vast forest. To better search for mutated beasts, he flew only about fifty meters above the ground.

“Pfft, so boring. I thought gods would be stronger—turns out they’re this weak.” Xuan Yuan Jian flicked his wrist, shaking off Gan Jiang and Mo Ye, clearly unimpressed.

He couldn’t help but recall the bold and straightforward Commander Tie Tu. Only he could possibly help Jin Yang with this.

“Run? In front of a monster like this… can you even run? My strength is nearly gone,” Jin Yang said weakly.

But Yang Yu knew—this kind of person, no matter how powerful his cultivation, would have been killed countless times over in the true world of the Ten Thousand Ancient Emperor Thrones. Especially since he was only at the Sixth Heaven Emperor realm.

“If I refuse to assist, you’ll leave me here, and when the sun rises in the morning, this room will be fully bathed in sunlight—and I’ll turn to ash, right?” Yueye smiled at the Mianqiandelaidaolonger .

At this moment, as he looked again at the two intact vials preserved in the box, Yang Chong touched them—and the Space-Time Core confirmed he had completed the hidden side quest. He could leave now. But only one of the three days had passed; Yang Chong didn’t want to leave yet.