Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

Oh no!

On Lin Mo's resolute face appeared a hint of horror. The person standing before him felt like an endless ocean to an ordinary person, making him feel utterly powerless to resist.

This feeling caused Lin Mo's face to turn slightly pale. The person cloaked in the black robe in front of him actually possessed terrifying cultivation at the Golden Core Stage. The naturally emitted aura alone exerted heavy pressure, and if it erupted, Lin Mo would be severely injured without even a move being made. This was

the suppression of levels. After the Innate Stage comes the Condensation Stage, and if a cultivator cannot condense a Golden Core during the Condensation Stage, their path of immortal cultivation would halt there. The disparity between the Condensation Stage and a true Golden Core is immense, and given that the opponent was two major levels above him, even Lin

Boastful with numerous Immortal Laws and Secret Treasures to use, stood no chance against a Golden Core Stage cultivator.

It's similar to an ant, no matter how strong it is trained, it will be crushed to death under the foot of an elephant. This is a biological law that no one can change.

"Oh? A Spiritual Artifact First Grade with a dual attribute treasure sword, not bad, not bad!"

The man in the black robe noticed the Xuanyuan Sword in Lin Mo's hand, glanced at it, and praised.

"Senior, may I ask why you sought me out?" Lin Mo restrained all of his Spiritual Energy, respectfully clasping his hands in salute.

"Senior, haha... you little fellow... cunning!"

The sharp laughter from the man in the black robe sent a chill through one's soul.

Facing someone two levels higher, Lin Mo had no chance of winning. He could only see step by step what the man had in mind.

"I am the Sect Leader of the Nine Stars Sect, training here all this time. Alas, my life span is nearing its end, and my entire cultivation and Secret Techniques have no successor. I wish to take you as my disciple, to inherit my legacy. Are you willing?"

The black-robed man had his hands behind his back, with gray-black mist like lively little snakes swirling around him.

Lin Mo lowered his head, his dark eyes rolled around as if he was thinking.

"Oh, why, are you unwilling?"

The voice of the black-robed man contained a hint of anger. "Of course I am willing; having a senior's inheritance is something I'd be fortunate to attain in several lifetimes." Lin Mo immediately saluted and said, though saying this, his mind was quickly contemplating,

there seemed to be an underlying conspiracy when the other party suddenly wanted to take him as a disciple.

"But senior, there is something I do not quite understand. Alongside me, several people also entered this Prison Tower, why did you choose me?"

Lin Mo raised his head, with a slight look of doubt on his face.

"Because they are too weak, while your talent and foundation are excellent, naturally I want to take you as my disciple to further develop my Star Sect." The black-robed man coldly said, with a hint of displeasure.

"Then I am truly lucky."

Lin Mo's face broke into an excited expression, which made the black-robed man laugh heartily, pleased by this young fellow's wisdom.

At this moment.

Lin Mo saw the true face of the man; it was a lean and gaunt face, with sunken dark eye sockets and thin cheeks, the skin extraordinarily pale.

"I know you came to the Prison Tower to seek out Starlight for cultivation. I have many Starlights there, follow me."

The black-robed man said, and without waiting for Lin Mo to respond, the gray-black mist around him wrapped Lin Mo like a pennant, transforming into a dark beam of light, swiftly flying overhead.

Lin Mo's expression remained indifferent, but his mind was anxious. In terms of power, the other person completely crushed him. Escaping forcibly was not an option, he could only follow and look for an opportunity to escape.

He didn't believe this sinister black-robed man was really the Sect Leader of Nine Stars Sect, nor that he would pass the Nine Stars Sect's legacy to him just for his talent.

It's the fifth year since arriving on Earth, and Lin Mo had never encountered such a foe that made him so apprehensive, reminding him of the brutal rule of the cultivation world where the strong prey on the weak, stronger is respected!

Facing this black-robed man made Lin Mo realize his insignificance. He once thought Earth was already in the End of Dharma Age, with no one surpassing the Golden Core Stage. Yet, here in such a place, indeed, an ancient Golden Core Stage monster existed.

The wind whistled past his ears.

"Senior, where is this place?"

Finally halting, Lin Mo, blinking, looked around. This place was significantly different from other layers within the tower.

"This is the nineteenth layer of the Prison Tower. Since the founding of Nine Stars Sect, only two people have reached the nineteenth layer." The black-robed man set Lin Mo down, his tone revealing a trace of pride.

Lin Mo mused to himself.

Demon Beasts and Illusion Beasts grow stronger on each layer of the Prison Tower, reaching the nineteenth layer likely only achieved by Golden Core Stage powerhouses.

"What is the situation of the Nine Stars Sect now?"

The black-robed man relaxed, seemingly unworried about Lin Mo escaping, and asked.

"Senior, the Nine Stars Sect has already been destroyed. There is no more Nine Stars Sect in the world." Lin Mo slowly said.

"What? What did you say, Nine Stars Sect is gone?"

The black-robed man roared suddenly, appearing deranged. The turbulent aura from him forced Lin Mo to muster his Spiritual Energy to resist. Even so, Lin Mo felt like a small boat caught in a storm at sea.

The black-robed man seemed to notice something, solemnly said: "After founding the Nine Stars Sect, I've been in seclusion in the Prison Tower. Who dares to destroy my Nine Stars Sect, I must go out for revenge!" Lin Mo remained silent, knowing if the other could leave, he wouldn't have stayed in this ghostly place.

Shushan.

Amidst the boundless mountains, a clear sky spread wide, and a gentle spring breeze blew.

Dozens of elders in suits or Tang suits stood in the air, their garments flapping noisily in the wind.

A group of men in black suits stood in front, with two silver-haired elders, their brows slightly furrowed, with long curved eyebrows casting the occasional glint of wisdom from their small eyes beneath them.

"The Sect Master has been in seclusion for over a year, recently the fluctuations of Spiritual Energy have been strong, should be coming out soon," a slightly lean elder, gazing into the distance, calmly said.