Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

During this year, the Sword Heart Martial Arts Hall vastly recruited disciples. Aixinjueluo Qiuyue, Li Yang, Wu Yihan, Zhuang Ziruo, Zhang Yesheng, and Chen Yanghao all joined the Sword Heart Martial Arts Hall.

"Breathe!"

Lin Mo opened his eyes. A year had swiftly passed by. At this moment, Lin Mo's Cultivation Realm: Innate Dragon Transformation, Martial Arts Realm: Star Wheel Mirror Four Stars.

"Now I can give it a try." A gleam flashed in Lin Mo's eyes.

Thinking of this, Lin Mo's fingertips gathered dots of golden radiance, sketching a peculiar and intricate symbol in the void, resembling a script, but he couldn't tell what kind of script it was.

The movement was fluid, without a hint of pause.

While writing, Lin Mo maintained a state of mental clarity, his entire being invested in this writing, faintly sensing an inscrutable sense of mystery.

As the last stroke of the golden script was completed, it emitted a faint golden glow, suspended in mid-air. Staring at this golden script, there was a subtle feeling that even the soul was being drawn to it.

"This is the feeling, this feeling is incredibly strong." A smile spread across Lin Mo's lips.

Soon after, merely a second later, the golden script suspended in mid-air turned into tiny golden specks and dissipated into the air, and that wondrous sensation faded away with it.

This character was something Lin Mo comprehended from the Black Iron Plate, which required a whole year's time to be able to see the first character clearly; only by being fully immersed could he write this first character, but it could merely be preserved for less than a second.

Even though it was only for a second, the attraction felt earlier was undeniable.

"Just the first character has not been perfected yet. If I could write out all three characters, and perfect them to the Great Perfection Realm, then the power exerted would be at least half of the Black Iron Block's, and that would give me an additional trump card." Lin Mo mused to himself with a faint smile.

After a brief silence.

Lin Mo remembered he still had a very important matter to attend to. Thinking of this, he took out the Black Iron Block from the Space Ring, letting it quietly hover in front of him.

Untying the Seal Technique on the Black Iron Block.

"Zhen Yuanzi," Lin Mo said indifferently.

"Bastard..."

"Brat, hurry and let your grandpa out, or else once I'm out, I'll surely refine your soul for forty-nine years, making you taste..."

"Speak one more piece of nonsense, and I'll seal you immediately." Lin Mo said coldly.

The roar and angry voice inside the Black Iron Block instantly came to a halt.

"What do you want in exchange for letting me out?" After a short silence, Zhen Yuanzi's voice rang out again.

Lin Mo said, "It's simple, you sign a Soul Contract with me, as long as you agree, I can let you out right away."

"Soul Contract? Impossible, you are just a puny Innate Cultivation, and I am a dignified Golden Core Stage Great Cultivator, making me your servant is absolutely impossible," Zhen Yuanzi's voice was firm.

"Oh?" Lin Mo raised an eyebrow, saying calmly, "Then forget it."

"Hey hey, kid, everything is negotiable, why take it so seriously?" Zhen Yuanzi quickly said.

"I promise you, once I reach the Golden Core Stage cultivation, I'll release you, how about that?" Lin Mo chuckled.

Once he reached the Golden Core Stage, he naturally wouldn't need Zhen Yuanzi's help, nor fear any retribution from him.

The reason for saying this was also because Lin Mo felt a bit of compassion seeing Zhen Yuanzi imprisoned within the Prison Tower for thousands of years.

"Really?" Zhen Yuanzi promptly asked.

"When I, Lin Mo, speak, I never go back on my words."

"Alright, then hurry up..." Zhen Yuanzi's voice was tinged with helplessness; right now, he could only rely on Lin Mo for his release.

Lin Mo said, "Don't rush, let me try."

Having comprehended the mysteries within the Black Iron Block for a year, Lin Mo had gradually grasped some of its Laws, and he now felt confident enough to insert his Divine Thought into the Black Iron Block.

Sending forth a wisp of Divine Thought, he then formed a Soul Seal with his hands, wrapping the Soul Seal with Divine Thought, slowly approaching the Black Iron Block.

This Soul Seal is one of the most basic marks in the Cultivation World, precisely because it's rudimentary, yet it contains Heavenly Dao Laws superior to any other Soul Seal, and requires the Spellcasters to be unable to resist; even the slightest resistance would render it unsuccessful.

Therefore, this Soul Seal is at once the most potent yet weakest of Soul Seals.

Indeed, as the Divine Thought neared the Black Iron Block, an astounding pull was immediately felt.

But throughout this year, Lin Mo had mastered some of the rules within the Black Iron Block, and immediately rushed in. The Black Iron Block seemed like a maze with countless passages; finding one way out would allow easy entry.

"It worked."

Lin Mo felt his own Divine Thought enter the interior of the Black Iron Block, yet remained connected to his body's Divine Thought.

"Kid, I've conceded, but you must honor your promise to me," Zhen Yuanzi's helpless voice resounded again. Soon after, Lin Mo sensed his Soul Seal merging into Zhen Yuanzi's body, almost forming a single entity with him; with just a thought, Lin Mo could effortlessly obliterate him.

"I've accepted your Soul Contract, so can you let me out now?" Zhen Yuanzi spoke.

"Hold on, let me try it." Lin Mo said calmly.

"What the hell, you're still trying, unsure!" Zhen Yuanzi roared.

"If you shout again, I might accidentally make you vanish if I lose concentration," Lin Mo said coldly.

Zhen Yuanzi fell silent.

Lin Mo began guiding the Divine Thought he placed within Zhen Yuanzi's body. The Black Iron Block was filled with intricate and wondrous Array Patterns, resembling individual mazes; a slight misstep could lead to Zhen Yuanzi's soul being obliterated, and could even harm Lin Mo's soul.

Thus, Lin Mo proceeded with extreme concentration and seriousness in all these actions, prepared to sever his Divine Thought instantly at the slightest anomaly.

Moments later, a misty black fog enveloped the Black Iron Block, and the black fog coalesced into a humanoid form.

"I'm finally out, I, Zhen Yuanzi, am not dead, I'm finally out!" The humanoid figure emitted a piercing and immensely joyful sound.

Phew!

Lin Mo also heaved a sigh of relief, having spent an entire year deciphering some rudimentary aspects of the Black Iron Block's mysteries; merely relying on a thread of understanding to release Zhen Yuanzi had drained him considerably.

"Kid, now hurry and return my Soul Flag to me," Zhen Yuanzi laughed heartily several times before finally stopping, then fixed his eyes tightly on Lin Mo.

As soon as the words fell, Zhen Yuanzi suddenly gripped his head, emitting a sharp and piercing cry, enduring an unbearable pain.

"I am your master now, better show some respect," Lin Mo said coldly.