Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
The Little Despot coolly eyed Dao Wuji, the Luo Brothers, and the others’ nervous behavior. He snorted and told everyone in an extremely annoying voice, “There’s no need to look. This level does not have a gatekeeper.”
Eh? Dao Wuji looked at the Little Despot in disbelief. “How is that possible?”
The laws dictated that every level of the Punishment Tower had a gatekeeper.
Dao Wuji found it hard to accept suddenly hearing that there was no gatekeeper on the 15th level!
Happiness came just that abruptly.
Since there was no gatekeeper, did that mean they could directly advance to the 16th level, hahaha!
When he turned and saw Crown Prince Mo’s unruffled expression, Dao Wuji couldn’t help but muse: Boss was Boss. Even though he was happy on the inside, he wasn’t going to let it show on his face!
Evidently being able to read Dao Wuji’s foolish thoughts from his expression, the Little Despot sniggered in ridicule. “Don’t be happy too early. None of you should dream of crossing this level.”
Even though he did say there wasn’t a gatekeeper, there was a talisman matrix instead!
This ten thousand-year-old talisman matrix will make your spine tingle!
“The moment you stepped onto the 15th floor, you entered a matrix.” The Little Despot coldly gave a reminder. “I wish you all luck.”
A matrix?
Dao Wuji and company scrutinized their surroundings in puzzlement.
It was still that empty 15th floor. Nothing abnormal had appeared.
Meanwhile, Mo Lian, who was standing in the center of the group, produced three purple flames at his fingertips. He looked expressionlessly at the people beside him.
After the flames surged and receded…
Dao Wuji, who had been chattering nonstop beside Mo Lian, had turned into a black wisp within the flames and slipped away.
It turned out that the moment Mo Lian and the others walked onto the 15th floor, they had entered a matrix just like what the Little Despot said.
Additionally… the talisman matrix had separated them.
Those “teammates” beside them were not true teammates. They were just projections that the talisman matrix had generated.
It was all thanks to the Little Despot’s special reminder that Crown Prince Mo was able to realize the truth.
Of course, Crown Prince Mo was unable to worry right now whether Dao Wuji and company’s pigheaded brains were able to figure this out.
The scene in front of Crown Prince Mo had already changed.
He, who had originally been standing inside the empty floor, had appeared within a spacious main hall.
Inside this hall, a seven-step staircase led up to a white jade throne carved with dragons and inlaid with gold.
On both sides were long tables with incense burners giving off the scent of sandalwood.
The coiling smoke created a solemn and dignified atmosphere.
But all of this was not the main point!
The main point was the little girl behind that throne.
She looked to be just seven, and she was kneeling on the floor with her back to him, seemingly very busy.
She had rolled her sleeves up to her elbows, revealing her petite and fair forearms.
It wasn’t until he drew near that he saw what this little fellow was busy with.
She was currently stuffing gold bars the size of her palm into a flower-print sack.
Suddenly, a strange feeling came over Crown Prince Mo.
This back silhouette…
Why did she look so much like his darling…
He suddenly had a bad premonition.
Yet he had already circled around to the back of the throne and finally saw everything. It wasn’t just one little girl who was busy.
There were clearly eight, nine, ten, and more little girls who were busy moving gold bars!
Some were standing while others were sitting. There were some who were lying down and others who were crawling…
Every one of them was working hard to pack up those gold bars.
