After the seal was broken, a huge and majestic palace appeared before Chu Mu's eyes once again.
This time, only Chu Mu saw it.
The huge, yellow-brown palace had an indescribable majesty and vicissitudes. It was as though it had existed for a very long time. It had been through countless years and had been washed by the river of time, leaving behind mottled marks and vicissitudes.
As Chu Mu walked towards the palace, he felt a little stunned.
The huge, ancient palace was like the residence of a god.
Chu Mu could not help but feel like he was on a pilgrimage. He walked towards the huge palace step by step with some sincerity.
The main doors of the palace were tightly shut. There was a huge signboard above. There were four ancient words on it, even more ancient than the words on the signboard of the Heaven Desolate Earth Palace.
Chu Mu did not recognize them. Hence, he did not know what was written on them.
The main doors of the palace were a hundred meters tall. When Chu Mu approached them again, he seemed extremely small. There were countless carvings on the doors. It was as though they were from the Immemorial Desolate Era.
It was as though they had a spirit. When they sensed Chu Mu approaching, the doors that had been closed for an unknown number of years trembled. It was as though dust had fallen off. Slowly, a small gap opened.
Extremely dense and pure Desolate Qi immediately surged out from the gap. It was like a storm, almost blowing Chu Mu away.
His long hair and clothes fluttered. This lasted for a while before the surging Desolate Qi storm weakened.
Letting out a breath, Chu Mu calmed his somewhat excited heart. He took a step forward and walked through the gap in the doors.
Even though it was just a gap, the hundred-meter-tall doors were still very big. It was easy to enter.
Standing outside the gap, it was dark inside. However, when he walked in, it was suddenly bright. Chu Mu looked at it in a daze.
The huge palace was more than a thousand meters tall. It occupied an area that was at least the size of a hundred soccer fields. There were no pillars. The yellow-brown walls had traces of gold. There were countless carvings on the walls. There were many murals of people and beasts. There were all sorts of things.
The murals recorded a world, an Immemorial Desolate Era world.
Chu Mu looked at the murals one by one. Unknowingly, he was attracted to them. His mind was immersed in them and he couldn't extricate himself.
It was as if he had entered an ancient and desolate world, watching the scenes play back like a movie.
Human swordsmen had fought against beasts, against the heavens, and against the non-humankind. They had survived and developed through countless battles. Step by step, they had survived through countless hardships in blood and fire.
Scene after scene, scene after scene, filled his heart with shock.
Unyielding and unforgiving, pressing forward courageously, unstoppable sharpness, all of these were presented before Chu Mu's eyes, shocking his mind, making him feel that kind of throbbing, shocked, intoxicated, and suddenly enlightened.
"Humans …"
Suddenly, an aged voice rang out like a sigh. It came from all directions and abruptly woke Chu Mu up. The Immemorial Desolate World in front of him instantly shattered and dissipated. It was as if he had passed through layers of time and space and returned to the enormous palace.
"Who is it?" Chu Mu was surprised. He quickly looked around, but did not see anyone.
"Human, I don't have a body. You can't see me." The ancient voice sounded again, as if it was an old man past his prime, with one foot in the grave.
"Human, I am the spirit of the Divine Desolate Heavenly Palace. You can call me Tian Ling." The ancient voice said again.
"Divine Desolate Heavenly Palace …" Chu Mu's mind naturally flashed with the words on the plaque above the huge palace's door.
Following that, Chu Mu thought of the Heaven Desolate Earth Palace.
Divine Desolate Heavenly Palace … Heaven Desolate Earth Palace …
"Tian Ling, tell me about the Divine Desolate Heavenly Palace." Chu Mu said.
"Entering the Divine Desolate Heavenly Palace, you have two choices." Tian Ling was silent for a moment. She did not have any intention of explaining the origins of the Divine Desolate Heavenly Palace. Instead, she said, "First, leave the Divine Desolate Heavenly Palace. Second, accept the Heavenly Palace's test. After passing the test, you will receive the Divine Desolate's inheritance."
"Divine Desolate Inheritance …" Chu Mu pondered and asked again, "Is the Divine Desolate Inheritance a Sword Dao Inheritance?"
"No." Tian Ling replied and fell silent again.
If it was a Sword Dao Inheritance, Chu Mu would definitely reject it. He had his own path and perseverance, so it was impossible for him to give up.
Since it was not a Sword Dao Inheritance, Chu Mu made his choice after some thought.
"I choose the second." Chu Mu said.
"There are a total of nine stages in the test, and they are life-threatening." Tian Ling said very simply, "You have one day to prepare. After one day, the test will begin."
As Tian Ling's voice faded, a strange aura suddenly swept out, filling the entire Divine Desolate Heavenly Palace. It was as if something had changed. Chu Mu felt it, but he did not find anything.
The first stage of the test was one day later. Chu Mu had one day to prepare. He sat down cross-legged and began to regulate his breathing. Although he did not know what the test was, it was beneficial for him to let his essence, energy, and spirit be at their peak.
The day actually passed very quickly.
"The first stage of the test has begun … Survive and defeat all your opponents." An aged voice suddenly sounded. Immediately, Chu Mu felt the scenery around him change. The palace disappeared and he found himself in a canyon passageway. Looking ahead, he could see no end, and looking behind him, he could see no end.
Traces of yellowish-brown fog floated in the air, making it even more mysterious and making the atmosphere even more strange.
A sharp sound tore through the air. It came from afar, and just as Chu Mu heard it, a figure appeared in front of him. As a cold light flashed, a sharp weapon tore through the air, grabbing at Chu Mu.
Before his thoughts moved, his instincts acted first. The eight Desolate Heaven Swords were unsheathed. From bottom to top, the Sword Light was like lightning that tore through the night. It was also like cloth being cut. With a slight 'la la' sound, the attacking black shadow was instantly torn apart and dissipated.
Before the sword was lowered, a second black shadow rushed out of the fog and appeared behind Chu Mu, launching a fatal attack.
His feet moved lightly and his body turned, causing the black shadow's fatal attack to miss. The eight Desolate Heaven Swords slashed at a perfect arc, once again cutting the black shadow and dissipating it.
On the other side, another black shadow appeared.
One by one, the black shadows were torn apart and dissipated by Chu Mu's sword. Chu Mu also found that the speed of the black shadow was increasing, and so was its reaction.
Gradually, Chu Mu felt the pressure.
He could no longer kill the black shadow with one strike. The black shadow's attack speed was too fast. It was difficult to dodge perfectly just by relying on his footwork. He had to block with his sword.
With a long, ear-piercing clang, Chu Mu felt his sword sink. The power of the black shadow was somewhat unexpected.
In an instant, he launched the Mountain Trembling Energy, directly breaking the black shadow's attack. His sword slashed out, killing the black shadow. Almost at the same time, another black shadow appeared behind him. Like a peerless assassin, it was silent. The sharp claws in its hands flashed with an astonishing cold light. It viciously clawed down, wanting to tear Chu Mu's body apart.
Chu Mu seemed to have eyes on the back of his head. His body spun at high speed, and the sword momentum was not exhausted. It drew a perfect arc, at an incredible angle, at a faster speed than the black shadow's claws, and slashed across the waist.
Fight, fight, fight!
Kill, kill, kill, kill!
Unceasingly fighting, unceasingly killing, there was no time to rest. Chu Mu could only muster his strength and unceasingly fight, because the moment he relaxed, he would be attacked by the black shadows and could be injured or even killed.
Being injured here was a real injury. Dying here was also a real death.
Once the black shadow was killed, it would dissipate, and there would be no corpse. Therefore, Chu Mu did not know how many black shadows had died under his sword.
The increase in the black shadow's strength was not obvious. With his strength, he could easily deal with it. However, the speed at which the black shadow disappeared and reappeared was too fast, and there was no pause. Chu Mu had no choice but to swing his sword again and again. The speed of his arm became faster and faster, and the speed of his sword also became faster and faster.
If not for the fact that the Heavenly Wasteland Sword Physique had been cultivated to the middle of the third level, which increased his strength, endurance, and explosive power by several times, he was afraid that he would not be able to hold on.
Even now, Chu Mu began to feel his right arm sore. As he continued to swing his sword, continue to fight, and continue to kill the black shadow, the soreness in his right arm gradually expanded and spread throughout his entire arm. It even affected his sword-wielding movements.
Dripping with sweat, Chu Mu's face gradually turned pale, but his eyes became brighter.
Hold on, I must hold on.
The first test seemed to have no end. Chu Mu could only continue to swing his sword and kill the black shadow, and continue to fight.
Either you obtain a chance to live in battle, or you die in battle.
Even though the black shadow's strength increased very quickly, the accumulation over a long period of time was still very impressive.
With a ripping sound, Chu Mu's robe was torn apart by the cold light of the sharp claws, and his body was almost injured. Fortunately, his reaction was fast enough, and he immediately used the profound meaning of space. His figure flickered, and he dodged the claws. With a counterattack, he killed his opponent in an instant.
He could not feel the passage of time, and could not count the number of black shadows he had killed. A kind of loneliness filled his heart, as if it was going to seep into his soul.
Hold on, continue to hold on, I will definitely pass.
Another black shadow appeared, and it seemed to have comprehended the profound meaning of space. It flickered unpredictably, dodging Chu Mu's sword, and counterattacking.
His left arm was torn apart by the sharp claws, and blood instantly spurted out. The material of the claws seemed to be very special, and it caused Chu Mu's wound to be unable to heal in a short period of time. Furthermore, there was a force that constantly deepened the wound, making Chu Mu feel as if his wound was being cut by a saw. It was extremely painful.
His tenacious will once again displayed its effect. Without a word, Chu Mu found the best opportunity. The eight Desolate Heaven Swords appeared from the blind spots, and with a stab, it pierced through the void, piercing through the black shadow.
The black shadow dissipated once again.
With his highly strung nerves, Chu Mu wanted to continue attacking, but no black shadow appeared.
Immediately, the world in front of him distorted and changed. It was like a thousand years, but it was also just an instant. Chu Mu returned to the Divine Desolate Heavenly Palace's grand hall. If not for the wound on his left arm and his sore right arm, he would have thought that it was just an illusion.
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