Douluo: Wuhun Void Mirror, the system is late

Chapter 107 Passed
Zhao Yun's eyes became extremely determined when he heard this, and he clasped his fists and replied without hesitation: "Yes!"

After he finished speaking, the soul power in his body surged like a boiling flame, and a powerful aura emanated from him.

Ling Feng silently cheered for Zhao Yun from the side. He knew Zhao Yun's strength well and believed that he would be able to pass all these tests with his own abilities.

Zhao Yun walked towards the first test level with steady and firm steps.

"Stab!"

As soon as he stepped into the checkpoint, the surrounding space was instantly distorted by an invisible giant hand. Countless blood-red blades appeared out of thin air like a dense rainstorm, shooting towards him with the force of thunder.

These sharp blades exude a chilling aura, as if they can easily tear apart everything in the world.

Zhao Yun's eyes were as cold as ice, his hands quickly formed seals, and he muttered something.

In an instant, an incomparably powerful soul power, like an indestructible shield, quickly condensed and formed in front of him.

"Bang bang bang!"

The blood-red blade slammed into the soul power shield frantically, causing deafening roars and sparks to fly.

However, Zhao Yun's figure was like a towering mountain, standing firmly in place without any retreat.

As time went on, the attacks of the blood-red blade became more and more fierce, like a surging tide, one wave after another, seemingly endless.

Zhao Yun's soul power was being consumed more and more, and his forehead was gradually covered with fine beads of sweat.

But he gritted his teeth, constantly circulating the soul power in his body, looking for an opportunity to attack.

Finally, in a brief interval between attacks, he seized the opportunity and rushed towards the source of the sharp blade like a black lightning.

After a flash of dazzling light, the attack at the first level came to an abrupt halt, and Zhao Yun successfully passed this difficult first test.

Without stopping for too long, Zhao Yun rode straight to the second checkpoint.

This time, countless illusory figures slowly emerged in the surrounding space.

These figures have different shapes, but each one seems to be the embodiment of Zhao Yun’s deep fear and obsession.

Some are painful scenes of his defeat in battle, some are his deep worries about the unknown future, and so on.

Zhao Yun knew very well that if he wanted to pass this level, he had to face his inner fears and overcome the shadows hidden in his heart.

He took a deep breath, gradually calming himself down, his eyes becoming more determined, as if two flames were burning in them.

Faced with the constant attacks of those illusory figures, he no longer chose to escape, but took the initiative to meet them.

Every collision with the illusory figure seems like a deep dialogue with one's own heart.

In this process, he constantly examined his inner self, looking for the strength to break through his fear.

Gradually, the power of those illusory figures began to weaken, like ice and snow illuminated by the sun, slowly dissipating into nothingness.

In the end, Zhao Yun successfully overcame his inner fear and broke through this level that tested his will.

“It’s the last level!”

Ling Feng looked at Zhao Yun and murmured softly.

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Yun arrived at the third checkpoint.

The test at this level is the most special. It is not simply a test of strength or will, but the ultimate test of his character and morality.

In the level, the scene changes instantly, and a remote valley appears.

An old man, severely wounded, lay on the ground groaning in pain, surrounded by a group of vicious-looking thugs frantically snatching treasures.

Zhao Yun didn't hesitate at all. He immediately flew forward and helped the old man without hesitation.

With his powerful strength, he quickly repelled the villains.

However, just when he thought the crisis was over and was about to check the old man's injuries, the old man suddenly attacked and tried to sneak attack Zhao Yun while he was not prepared.

Although Zhao Yun easily resolved the old man's attack, he did not feel resentful. Instead, he continued to treat the old man with courtesy and asked why he did so.

At this moment, the scene suddenly disappeared, and the voice of the Shura God King sounded in the space again.

"In the face of temptation and betrayal, you remain true to your heart and uphold kindness and justice. You have passed this final test."

Zhao Yun let out a long sigh and a relieved smile appeared on his face.

The figure of the Asura God King appeared clearly again. He looked at Zhao Yun with eyes full of admiration and recognition.

"You truly possess extraordinary talent and an indomitable spirit. I have decided to pass on the Shura Godhood to you."

Ling Feng saw this and felt sincerely happy for Zhao Yun.

He knew that from this moment on, Zhao Yun would embark on a new path to becoming a god.

The landscape of Douluo Continent may also undergo earth-shaking changes due to Zhao Yun's transformation.

After saying this, a smile appeared on the face of the Shura God King. In that smile, there was both satisfaction with the inheritance and a hint of reminiscence of the past.

Immediately, he raised his head slightly and looked into the endless void. At some point, a ball of red light slowly spread out from his broad palm.

This ball of light may seem small, but it releases supreme power. The surrounding space is slightly distorted by this power, and the light around it seems to be pulled into strange shapes.

The Asura God King waved his right hand with a graceful and powerful movement, and immediately threw the ball forward.

The ball was like a burning meteor, carrying endless energy, and suddenly entered Zhao Yun's body.

In an instant, Zhao Yun felt a warm current rushing into his body. This warm current seemed to have life and quickly traveled through his meridians.

Every time he passed by a place, his body trembled slightly.

An indescribable sense of power gradually rose within him.

The Shura Demon Sword, originally in Ling Feng's hand, seemed to sense something, and the sword body trembled violently, making a buzzing sound.

It instantly broke free from Ling Feng's right hand and turned into a stream of light. It was so fast that people didn't even have time to blink before it appeared in Zhao Yun's hand.

"boom!"

The moment Zhao Yun grasped the Shura Demon Sword, he established a wonderful connection with the sword. He could feel the powerful power and countless battle memories contained in the sword.

Zhao Yun, holding the Shura Demon Sword, exudes a mysterious and profound aura.

His eyes became sharp and determined, as if the Shura Demon Sword was a part of his body and a weapon he was born with.

The runes on the Shura Demon Sword flashed with a dark red light, echoing with the aura on Zhao Yun's body. The entire space became more mysterious because of their resonance.

"I have already passed on the Asura Godhood to you. However, the energy within the God King's throne is far too immense. With your current mortal body, you are absolutely unable to withstand it. Forcibly accepting the throne will only result in your death."

The voice of the Asura God King was low and heavy, echoing in the space like a huge bell.

His eyes revealed concern and seriousness as he looked at Zhao Yun.

(End of this chapter)