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As Meng Qianyun and the mummified corpse were swallowed by darkness, the bronze door, which had been shattered, seemed to come alive.

It quickly wriggled and returned to its original shape.

It was as if nothing had ever happened; it was extremely bizarre.

It's a bit like in a game where after you clear a level, the previous levels, including the boss, will refresh and wait for the next person to come in and try again.

Physicists have long suggested that we humans may very well live in a giant matrix world.

Naturally, in the minds of these martial artists, the so-called secret realm might just be a game set up by higher-dimensional beings.

Humans are incredibly small in the universe.

Perhaps one day, with the advancement of technology, all our knowledge will be overturned.

well, let's get back to business.

When Qin Yu and his group arrived at the entrance to the second level of the city gate, there was still a bronze door, but this bronze door was much smaller, about two meters wide and two meters high.

The strangest thing is that there is a sculpture in the middle of the bronze door with a head that looks a bit like a bull's head and a single horn on top of it, which is similar to a rhinoceros horn.

But the body is that of a human, with hands and feet, and wearing a long robe.

Its two eyes were wide open, bright red, and it was hard to tell whether they were flames or red gemstones.

It's enough to make your scalp tingle.

The other martial artists, entangled by the spirits of the dead, were far behind Qin Yu and his group.

Only Zhao Linfeng's team is slightly better.

However, he used a clever trick, keeping a great distance from Qin Yu and the others, and only went over to take advantage of the situation after Qin Yu broke through the second level.

"This thing?"

Qin Yu stroked his chin, examining the bull head sculpture in front of him, wondering if he needed to trigger some kind of mechanism or if brute force could destroy it.

"Brother, let me try."

Qin Weier opened her palm, and a metal spear appeared.

As a superhuman, she can easily launch ranged attacks.

"Okay, everyone step back a bit!"

Qin Yu led everyone back more than ten meters to keep their distance from the bull head sculpture.

“Wei’er, stand inside the light barrier of my divine armor.”

Qin Yu reminded.

"Ah."

Qin Wei'er took a few steps back, standing within the halo emanating from Qin Yu's Purple Sun Divine Armor, before flicking her wrist and sending the metal spear hurtling towards the bull-head sculpture.

Swish.
Two beams of red light shot out from the bull's head sculpture's eyes, like lasers, and the metal spear was vaporized while still in mid-air.

"Uh"

Everyone looked at each other, realizing that advancing to the next level wouldn't be so easy.

This bull-head sculpture can stop 80% of martial artists.

Just as everyone was wondering how to advance to the next level, Qin Weier's attack seemed to have activated the bull's head sculpture.

After a wriggling motion, it transformed into a bull-headed monster shrouded in black mist.

He walked down the steps towards Qin Yu and the others.

"Hmm."

Zhao Linfeng stood far away, and seeing that Qin Yu and the others seemed to have angered the minotaur, he snorted a few times with a hint of schadenfreude.

"Master, be careful!"

Zhou Yaoyun's storage ring glowed slightly, and a spirit sword appeared in her hand, blocking Qin Yu's path.

"What the hell"

Zhao Linfeng suddenly felt a pang of heartache and a deep sense of frustration.

Qin Yu stood behind Zhou Yaoyun, calmly looking at the oppressive minotaur.

It stopped about three meters away from Qin Yu and the others, its blood-red eyes darting around, seemingly plotting some wicked scheme.

It extended a jet-black finger with sharp nails, much like a tiger's claws. In the void, it gently flicked its finger.

Qin Yu and his group were puzzled, but they remained vigilant.

As the space rippled, a seemingly powerful undead appeared, at least at the Martial King level.

Zhou Yaoyun immediately brandished her spirit sword, and a sword aura shot out, causing the Martial King-level ghost to quickly vanish into thin air.

The minotaur was not angry, as if what it had just done was merely a test of Qin Yu and his companions.

The dark, shadowy finger beckoned again, and this time the ghost that appeared was at least at the level of a martial god.

Even as a spirit, one can still sense the immense power the other person possessed in life.

This also illustrates that this place is extremely sinister; even if a martial god were to come, he would ultimately become a wandering ghost.

Of course, there is another possibility: the nine-story city was originally a place for immortals to cultivate.

After a martial artist breaks through to the Martial God level, they only have a lifespan of a few hundred years. However, the secret realm has existed for countless millennia. If a Martial God-level martial artist cannot continue to break through and increase their lifespan, they will also die when their time comes.

Over time, the number of Martial God-level dead souls accumulated.

For example, in our five thousand years of history, there have been 422 emperors. In the long river of history, those who can become emperors are probably one in ten thousand talents.

But in the end, it still became a ghost.

To put it bluntly, if these emperors all lived in the nine-story palace, it would mean that there were more than four hundred emperor-level ghosts inside.

Naturally, it's not surprising that there are undead souls at the level of martial gods.

"Little Yao Yao, I'll do it."

Qin Yu patted Zhou Yaoyun on the shoulder.

"Master, this is at the Martial God level."

Zhou Yaoyun bit her lip, a little worried that Qin Yu was no match for this deadly spirit.

"Heh, if you can't even handle this, how can you be my master?"

Qin Yu smiled slightly and took a step forward.

Zhou Yaoyun looked at Qin Yu's tall and straight back and revealed a complicated expression.

The Martial God-level undead seemed to have been provoked, and instantly transformed into a streak of light, attempting to rush into Qin Yu's body and tear this arrogant little trash to shreds.

However, the moment the Martial God-level undead touched the purple light barrier, it exploded into a fireball with a loud bang, like cotton meeting a spark.

In the blink of an eye, the soul of the Martial God-level being was burned to ashes by the purple flames.

Zhou Yaoyun's mouth gaped slightly. She hadn't expected Qin Yu to grow so fast, already able to easily deal with a Martial God-level undead.

The minotaur finally reacted, opening its mouth and letting out a sinister growl, before quickly hooking its finger again.

A ghost several times more powerful than the previous Martial God-level ghost appeared.

If the legend is true, there might even be the spirits of immortals among them.

Even immortals have a limited lifespan; if they can no longer break through their limits, they will die just like everyone else.

In short, if you cannot live as long as heaven and earth, your final fate will still be death.

That's why some people say that cultivating immortality is going against the will of Heaven.

"die"

With a low growl, the minotaur unleashed an even more terrifying aura as it lunged at Qin Yu.

Those standing behind Qin Yu were on tenterhooks; once Qin Yu lost his protection, they would be doomed.

However, Qin Yu remained completely still.

When the dead souls touched the purple flames, they were inevitably turned to ashes.

After all, it's a remnant soul, so its strength is definitely not as great as it was in life.

"You may go in."

The minotaur was somewhat unwilling, but still let Qin Yu and his group into the second level of the challenge.

Zhao Linfeng's face twisted in disbelief. He hadn't expected Qin Yu, that piece of trash, to have such incredible luck, obtaining a top-grade defensive magic weapon! (End of Chapter)