Chapter 545: Feng Haoyu Is Still a Thoughtful Guy

Fifth level.

Lin Chen hurried toward the entrance of the sixth level, and along the way saw several figures rushing urgently toward the entrance of the fourth level; when these people spotted Lin Chen moving against the flow, their faces all showed astonishment.

This time, Lin Chen did not continue relying solely on his physical strength to walk; instead, he activated the Immortal Scripture to resist the pressure, fearing that before he reached the entrance, the time storm would already have spread.

An hour later.

At the entrance to the sixth level, Lin Chen was surprised to find another figure there—a Windbreath clan man of Primordial Fourth Stage.

Seeing him, Lin Chen nodded in greeting; Feng Haoyu returned the nod, but his gaze toward Lin Chen held a strange quality.

He had remained in the fifth level this whole time, but deep within it, so he had not known that Lin Chen had resisted the pressure using only his physical strength.

“The time storm is coming.”

Feng Haoyu offered a warning; he himself was about to enter the sixth level—could this Lin Chen truly be unaware of the time storm, and had come here for no reason?

“Thank you for the warning.”

Lin Chen expressed his gratitude, then fell silent.

He had no intention of entering the sixth level so soon; he wanted to observe what the time storm looked like—he was already at the entrance, and could enter anytime.

Feng Haoyu was taken aback that Lin Chen had said “thank you for the warning” and then said nothing else; he had already warned him the storm was coming—if he didn’t leave now, it would be too late, and he’d be forced to take shelter in the sixth level, where he wouldn’t be able to stay even a quarter-hour before having to flee.

If he retreated now, he could still remain in the fourth level for another month or so.

But he wasn’t familiar with Lin Chen, nor did they have such a bond to explain further; he had already given the warning—that was enough. If Lin Chen chose not to leave, let him.

After a few minutes, Lin Chen finally saw the time storm; the moment he saw it, his pupils shrank sharply, and beside him, Feng Haoyu’s expression was no better—he kept drawing sharp breaths.

Ahead of the two, heaven and earth were a hazy gray, all things swept up by an invisible force, only to vanish instantly—as if an invisible beast devoured everything.

The time storm cannot be viewed directly.

It wasn’t only what lay ahead that was being destroyed; both Lin Chen and Feng Haoyu felt the surrounding space trembling, becoming unstable.

Three breaths later, Feng Haoyu snapped to his senses and without hesitation, flashed into the sixth level.

Lin Chen also gazed deeply at the time storm ahead, then followed Feng Haoyu into the sixth level.

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In the sixth level of the Thousand Fold Secret Realm, the moment Lin Chen’s body pierced through the entrance…

BOOM!

A spatial pressure far more terrifying than the fifth level—cataclysmic, world-shattering—suddenly descended!

This pressure was no longer mere weight; it was like ten thousand invisible iron chains instantly tightening around every inch of his skin, flesh, bone marrow, meridians, and even his soul’s depths; the faint lustrous sheen his body had gained from the fifth level’s trials was instantly crushed into dimness, on the verge of cracking.

“Ahh!”

Lin Chen could not suppress a guttural cry of unbearable agony; his entire body felt as if a weightless divine mountain had slammed into his spine—his blood seemed to halt under the pressure, his organs twisted and crushed, his eyeballs swelled with pain, threatening to burst; this was no longer merely difficult movement—it was torture that made even the act of “existing” unbearable.

Feng Haoyu, who had entered earlier, had just stabilized his stance near the entrance; his face was grim, veins bulging on his forehead. When he saw Lin Chen’s posture the instant he stepped into the sixth level—bent, trembling, barely holding on—he first felt a flicker of “of course,” but then, as he studied Lin Chen closely, he froze in shock.

Lin Chen wasn’t activating any technique, wasn’t using his primordial energy to resist the pressure—he was relying solely on his physical body.

Where did this madman come from?

Where did this courage come from?

Lin Chen was certainly no madman; realizing his body could not withstand this pressure, he began activating the Immortal Scripture within him. Once his primordial energy flowed through his entire body, he felt slightly better, and started gasping for breath.

He had assumed that after the trials of the fifth level, his body could adapt to the sixth—but now he saw he had been too presumptuous; he needed to adapt step by step.