#221 - Chapter 221: Myth

The instant you entered the wooden hut, you carefully used your spiritual power to probe the old Daoist's true strength. You discovered that he didn't have the slightest fluctuation of spiritual power, just like an ordinary person. Of course, it was also possible that the old Daoist's cultivation was too high, and you simply couldn't detect his spiritual power fluctuations. But this also revealed a terrifying truth: the gap between you and the old Daoist was too great; you couldn't even perceive the fluctuations of spiritual power on his body! It could be said that this battle was unnecessary from the very beginning.

Normally, without some specific secret technique, cultivators can basically detect spiritual power fluctuations, as long as the opponent's cultivation isn't more than two realms above their own. The fact that you couldn't detect the old Daoist's spiritual power fluctuations most likely indicates that this old Daoist's cultivation is above the Anti-Void realm.

"Above Anti-Void... is this Great Terror really so powerful?" Lin Changqing narrowed his eyes, slowly drawing the Heavenly Wolf Seven Fiends Saber from his back. If the old Daoist was truly a Harmony Dao cultivator above the Anti-Void realm, he really couldn't win. But regardless, he had already come here, and he had to try.

You drew your saber, preparing to fight the old Daoist. However, a single sentence from the old Daoist made you stop.

"Young man, don't be so nervous. I was just joking with you. I'm not the Great Terror. I am the Inheritance Artifact Spirit," the old Daoist said with a smile. Lin Changqing's drawn Heavenly Wolf Seven Fiends Saber froze in mid-air. He suddenly felt somewhat speechless at the old Daoist in front of him.

He had just been playing with him! Of course, he didn't completely believe this statement. If this old Daoist was the Great Terror, then this sentence might be intended to lull him into a false sense of security. Therefore, at this moment, Lin Changqing still circulated his spiritual power throughout his body, remaining constantly vigilant against the old Daoist's sudden attack.

"I told you, I'm not the Great Terror. How could the ultimate test of the hundredth floor be so weak, allowing you to live until now? If I were really the Great Terror, you would have died the moment you entered the wooden hut," the old Daoist said with a smile upon seeing Lin Changqing's actions. "Let me tell you this: a trial-taker before you, whose name seemed to be Qin Wushang, only survived for three seconds after encountering the Great Terror before being instantly killed. He didn't even have a chance to attack because the gap was too great. So, do you still think I'm the Great Terror?"

Hearing this, Lin Changqing gradually lowered his saber. He somewhat believed the old Daoist's words, but these words still made him feel a chill down his spine.

Qin Wushang, more than two thousand years ago, couldn't even last three seconds against the Great Terror. Although Lin Changqing was now confident in being invincible within the same realm, he wasn't sure he could kill Qin Wushang, who was in the Core Formation realm, within three seconds.

That could only mean that this Great Terror was even stronger than he had imagined.

"Why has the Artifact Spirit appeared here?" Lin Changqing asked, sheathing his saber. "The Ironclad Vessel brought me here to challenge the Great Terror. Could it be that the Artifact Spirit has appeared here to tell me something?"

The old Daoist nodded. "I've appeared here to tell you some things to pay attention to. The Great Terror does not exist in the past, nor does it exist in the present, nor does it exist in the future. It doesn't belong to this ancient history or space-time. If you want to challenge the Great Terror, I will take you through space-time to an unknown place to challenge it."

"In addition, I've appeared here to tell you that the Great Terror is extremely dangerous. Your probability of succeeding against it is only one in a million, a success rate close to zero. Qin Wushang could last three seconds. Although you are much stronger than him in the same realm, I estimate that you can only last three seconds at most."

"So, are you still sure you want to challenge the Great Terror? If you don't challenge it, I will now give you a supreme-grade Dao artifact as a reward, allowing you to withdraw and not end up with nothing. But if you want to challenge it, although you have the chance to obtain the ultimate reward, as I said before, your probability of winning against the Great Terror is zero. So, there's a high probability that you will fail in this level and then end up with nothing."

"So, what will you choose? Will you not challenge the Terror and take a supreme-grade Dao artifact and leave, or will you continue to insist on challenging the Great Terror, ultimately suffering a crushing defeat and ending up with nothing?"

"I choose to challenge the Great Terror," Lin Changqing said firmly. He was joking! He'd come all this way. There was no such thing as giving up!

Besides, what was a supreme-grade Dao artifact? His current Heavenly Wolf Seven Slaughter Saber was already a pseudo-immortal artifact. Giving up the ultimate reward he might obtain for a supreme-grade Dao artifact? Lin Changqing felt that this was a bad deal.

In addition, after struggling in this World of Doomsday Trains for thirty years, Lin Changqing felt that regardless of whether he ultimately won or lost, he should see what the Great Terror was. Even if he lost, he wanted to lose knowing why.

Finally, Lin Changqing was still a little unconvinced. The old Daoist said that his probability of challenging the Great Terror was zero, one in a million, and even said that he could only last the same amount of time as Qin Wushang.

This made Lin Changqing unable to bear it. He believed that he was much stronger than Qin Wushang in the same realm. Qin Wushang could last three seconds. He didn't believe he couldn't do better.

In the end, you chose to challenge the Great Terror. The old Daoist nodded. Then, he stretched out his finger and formed a Dao incantation. A passage appeared under the wooden hut. The old Daoist told you that the passage connected to the place where the Great Terror was. You nodded and followed the old Daoist, jumping into the passage.

This passage seemed to connect to a starry sky. As soon as you entered, you felt like you had entered the profound universe. In the blink of an eye, black light swallowed you. When you woke up, you found yourself outside an ancient primitive city. This ancient city was a city built of stone, like a style from the primordial era. The people inside were all wearing animal skins. At this moment, they were all somewhat panicked. You looked up at the sky again and saw that there were actually ten suns in the sky! Moreover, there was the sound of killing everywhere. You looked into the distance and saw the corpses of True Dragon Immortals falling from time to time, and the sky was full of bloody rain.

What kind of world had you come to? Just as you were wondering, the old Daoist's voice came from your mind.

"Trial-taker, you have now arrived at the place of the final trial. Your task is to stop the Great Terror. In the late ancient era, the war between immortals and gods, with ten suns in the sky, an ancient mighty figure wielding a giant axe cut down the World Tree, ending the ancient era. The World Tree, as the source of all things, was a great loss to all the heavens and worlds. Your task is to prevent the World Tree from being cut down, and the Great Terror is that ancient mighty figure wielding the giant axe."

Hearing this, your heart trembled. You never expected that the so-called Great Terror would be an ancient mighty figure wielding a giant axe! How high must his realm be? An immortal, a Golden Immortal, or even the highest realm among immortals, the Grand Luo, or even higher!?

You didn't expect that the Great Terror you would face would be such an opponent?

How could you, with only a Core Formation cultivation, fight against such an opponent?

The person who could cut down the World Tree was a mythical figure from myths.