Xuan Haoran walked slowly on the stairs leading to the third layer.

The stairs were very long, and even at his seemingly slow but actually fast pace, it would take about ten minutes to finish.

Normally, he could rely on his ability to foresee the future to see the third layer’s scenery twenty seconds earlier than others, but for some reason, with every step he took upward, it was as if an invisible string in his mind twanged.

It was a frantic premonition from his intuition.

It seemed like there was something above that would drive ordinary people to madness at a glance!

"Huff—"

Xuan Haoran took a deep breath in the place unseen by the livestream equipment, muttering to himself:

"Doing this kind of thing is going to cost extra money!"

Soon, he had traversed most of the spiral staircase leading to the third layer, and in just a few more seconds, he would be able to see the scene of the third layer with his own eyes.

But after reaching this step, Xuan Haoran’s footsteps stalled once more.

He turned his back to the audience, conducting another round of mental preparation.

This scene made the viewers extremely curious.

What exactly did Xuan Haoran see in the future twenty seconds later?

Was it the mastermind corrupted the entire Treasure Tower personally guarding the passage?

Or was there a crisis more dangerous than being besieged by one hundred and sixty school team members?

Finally, under the world’s gaze, Xuan Haoran gritted his teeth and ascended again, quickly stepping into the third layer.

Twenty seconds later, the livestream feed appeared on the big screen outside the tower.

But for some reason, the footage returned by the streaming equipment was somewhat distorted, with white noise occasionally appearing in the picture, accompanied by sporadic blackouts and screen jumps, and the sound crackling as if being interfered with.

Still, it did not affect the audience’s ability to clearly see the image of the third layer.

Then, everyone gasped for air sharply, feeling a tingling sensation at their scalps.

Above an ocean filled with black mud, under a blood-red world, one twisted Reproductive Mother Tree after another rose from the ground, exuding a rich sense of reproductive worship, with one every twenty meters, densely packed.

The branches of the Reproductive Mother Tree occasionally bore an embryo-shaped fruit, which rapidly grew large and twisted under the propulsion of the black mud, eventually tearing the outer fetal membrane like a thousand-pound child, plummeting to the ground with a thud.

Each monster born from the Reproductive Mother Tree emitted a loud cry upon birth.

This cry carried no joy of new life, but rather a horrible contamination.

Even through the Nine Extremes Exquisite Tower and virtual screen, many audience members with cultivation below the Foundation Establishment Stage experienced continuous tinnitus, as if various twisted and maddening illusions appeared before their eyes.

After these pitch-black monsters cried, they did not choose to attack people but instead swiftly plunged into the black mud.

The surrounding area then returned to calm.

But monsters lurking in the shadows are scarier, aren’t they?

Because no one knows just how many monsters have already been born beneath the black mud.

However... the Reproductive Mother Trees filling the entire third layer are not the primary cause of the third layer’s horror.

They’re not even secondary causes.

Because evil creations rivaling the Reproductive Mother Tree are everywhere here.

Grotesque Daoist Soldiers over ten meters tall, stitched together from gray and decaying flesh, walked on the black mud.

Spiritual Network Base Stations built of twisted and spiraled white bones, hanging with threads of blood, plunged into the clouds like celestial pillars.

A distorted Illusion Realm, monstrous creatures formed by dozens of Spirit Beast fusions, and blood-red gloomy Arrays, together created an extremely bizarre environment on the third layer.

And the master of this twisted realm was a young girl.

A girl who seemed not yet to have stepped out of the university gates, still appearing immature.

She held a book, standing quietly opposite Xuan Haoran, without a single movement, not making a sound.

Yet beneath that extreme tranquility seemed to hide unimaginable madness and curses.

It made one’s skin crawl with goosebumps.

"Who is this girl? I didn’t see her among the two hundred school team members before." 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

In the audience, a viewer asked somewhat confused.

The young woman in the screen dressed scantily, her long hair seemingly tainted by some force, discolored and dirty as if the rainbow colors were bleeding out.

Her arms and exposed thighs were inscribed with Demon Talismans, sketched out by eerie runes.

No matter how one looked, she seemed like the typical bad girl antagonist from a campus movie.

Of course, this girl’s appearance was extremely attractive, with beautiful eyes that seemed to have ripples flowing, making it hard to look away.

So who is this girl after all?

Soon, a viewer from Star River University noticed something amiss.

From that school uniform, altered beyond recognition, he vaguely perceived the logo of the Daoist Technique Department from Star River University.

Disregarding her black hair, dyed an odd color, and imagining thick glasses on her nose, someone unmistakably familiar to Star River University emerged.

"It’s... it’s Senior Sister Leng!"

Upon realization, the viewer from Star River University exclaimed in shock.

"Who! Senior Sister Leng? Is it the Senior Sister Leng I’m thinking of?!"

The whole venue was abuzz with astonishment and murmurs of confusion.

However, after associating the bad girl with Leng Qianliu, more and more people discovered the common points between the two.

Ironclad facts forced them to despairingly draw a conclusion.

The once studious model student, Senior Sister Leng, had rapidly degenerated into a delinquent girl under Su Yuan’s seduction.

The pride of the Federation’s number one, just fallen like this?

Moreover, there was no trace of pollution from the black mud on her body, how exactly did Su Yuan achieve this?

For a moment, many people couldn’t help but turn their gaze to a figure in the front row of the audience.

He was a stern and serious middle-aged man with a scholarly aura.

He was the head of the Daoist Technique Department at Star River University, also the father of the Celestial Wisdom Saintess, acknowledged as an authority on Daoist techniques below the Divinity Transformation stage, the Star-Plucking True Monarch.

The audience, with an anxious yet eager mindset, was keen to know the Star-Plucking True Monarch’s reaction upon seeing Leng Qianliu in such a state.

As expected, the Star-Plucking True Monarch’s already serious expression turned even more livid.

It felt like a volcano in his heart was about to erupt at any moment.

Oh ho! Looks like there will be an off-stage duel after the Sword Trial Conference!

Spending money to watch two shows, that’s what it is.

Sitting in the same row, but not adjacent, Taibai Phecda lowered his head silently, sweating profusely.

He was very worried that the Star-Plucking True Monarch would come directly to settle the score with him.

What should he do then?

Should he rat out Su Yuan? Or rat him out? Or maybe rat him out?

Fortunately, the offline duel between senior figures never materialized, and the audience’s attention returned to the virtual screen.

Inside the Nine Extremes Exquisite Tower, Xuan Haoran was dumbfounded for a while before recognizing the other party.

"Celestial Wisdom?"

He asked tentatively.

The Celestial Wisdom Saintess Leng Qianliu didn’t move, her eyes flickered, responding silently.

Xuan Haoran took a deep breath, unsure of how to begin.

He could clearly feel that the Reproductive Mother Tree, White Bone Base Station, Corruption Daoist Soldiers, or something else around were closely connected to Leng Qianliu, all crafted by her own hands.

Moreover, the power within Leng Qianliu was extremely chaotic, with Dao Seeds from various schools seemingly gathered together, intertwining and inseparable.

Xuan Haoran speculated that Leng Qianliu’s situation was similar to Zhu Tianqing’s, both infused by Su Yuan with other people’s Divinity Transformation Divine Techniques.

Only the latter had merely three Divinity Transformation Divine Techniques on her, whereas the former had many more.

He said in a deep voice:

"How many Divinity Transformation Divine Techniques have you mastered now? Mastering more Divine Techniques isn’t always better, eating too much might burst your belly!"

Facing this question, Leng Qianliu’s stiff expression finally moved a bit, with a hoarse voice, speaking in a tone tinged with the frenzy of a seeker:

"I lack nothing now."

"Lack nothing?"

Xuan Haoran’s pupils slightly contracted, his dead-fish eyes almost failed to maintain:

"You mean, you have swallowed all twenty-two complete Divinity Transformation Inheritances from the Ten Great Immortal Sects?"

Leng Qianliu smiled and said:

"What’s wrong with that?"

"The opportunity to gain knowledge was right in front of me, why wouldn’t I take it?"

"I not only want them, but I also want to delve into them, to understand their intricacies, to explore the mysteries beneath the Divine Techniques!"

"But the Divinity Transformation Divine Techniques are truly too profound, consuming a couple of those miraculous elixirs simply can’t satisfy me, I need more!"

"More! More!! More!!!"

As she spoke, the girl’s tone gradually took on a frenzy, and her gaze at Xuan Haoran turned a bit scarlet and bloodthirsty, as if looking at a delicious prey.

At that same instant, the Reproductive Mother Tree, the fused Spirit Beast, Corruption Daoist Soldiers, White Bone Base Station, and other living or non-living entities simultaneously turned towards Xuan Haoran, locking firmly onto him.

"Damn it, what did Su Yuan turn her into?"

"Can’t live without elixirs? What kind of elixir makes you so addicted!"

Xuan Haoran frantically complained inwardly.

But he no longer had time to communicate further with Leng Qianliu, as the other had already launched an offensive.

The giant Daoist Soldiers like zombies and the ferocious fused Spirit Beast were already lunging at him fiercely.

These entities had long been tainted by black mud, carrying the power of blood corruption; being injured by them would lead to unending blood loss.

Xuan Haoran dared not slack off, relying on the effect of foreseeing the future to swiftly dodge attack after attack, rushing towards Leng Qianliu’s true body in reverse.

But he had barely advanced a few steps when he seemed to sense something and abruptly retreated.

Immediately, a blood array hidden beneath the black mud under his feet exploded, unleashing a terrifying explosion with a coverage of a thousand meters in radius.

The unfortunate Corruption Daoist Soldiers caught within were easily torn apart by the explosion.

To know, the physical strength of Corruption Daoist Soldiers had nearly reached the level of many Peak Foundation Establishment Body Cultivators.

The power of the array was evident, entirely targeting to destroy the opponent.