Outside the Divine Stone Dungeon, everyone stood frozen, eyes wide with disbelief.
The number displayed was beyond comprehension.
A score of 100 had already been record-breaking, an achievent thought impossible since the dungeon’s discovery.
It proved that surpassing 95 was feasible, that 100 wasn’t just a myth.
But then, the numbers began to spiral out of control.
As Lin Moyu continued to cut down puppets within the dungeon, his score climbed relentlessly.
By the ti he reached the pavilion and cleared the tenth level, it had already soared to 400 points.
Just when everyone thought that must be the upper limit, the score changed again.
Now, it read 1,000.
The twelve level 80 puppets with near-God-level combat power, each worth 50 points, totaled 600 points.
After Lin Moyu crushed them all, his score reached a staggering 1,000, leaving the onlookers speechless.
This wasn’t just breaking a record anymore, it was rewriting what was thought possible.
No one knew what Lin Moyu was experiencing inside, but judging by the score’s progression, it was clear he was enduring unique and terrifying trials.
Even the God-level experts among the crowd, who had all once entered the Divine Stone Dungeon, had never glimpsed such trials.
Bai Yiyuan muttered in disbelief, “Just what is Moyu going through in there?”
ng Anwen’s expression grew thoughtful, “One thing’s certain, those trials must be unimaginably difficult.”
“When Moyu cos out, I’m asking him everything. I’m really curious.”
“Sa here. I want to know what kind of trials an ancient dungeon like that could possibly hold.”
…
Inside the dungeon, Lin Moyu’s heart pounded with exhilaration.
In his hands rested a stone box, and within it, a stone that shimred like a river of stars.
[Skill Divine Stone: has the ability to strengthen skills. It can be used to strengthen one or more skills, allowing them to break through their limits.]
“So it’s true… It really is the legendary Skill Divine Stone.”
“To think sothing like this actually exists… What kind of height did the class system of the previous age reach? And why did it vanish?”
A mix of awe and confusion surged within him.
What exactly happened in that forgotten age?
How did such a glorious civilization of class users disappear, leaving only fragnts behind?
“I wonder how much Antares knows. I’ll have to ask him when I get the chance.”
“Breaking through the limit of skills…”
Lin Moyu put away the box. He didn’t use the Skill Divine Stone—not yet.
Every item had its proper ti to be used, and clearly, now wasn’t the best mont.
He hadn’t learned all his skills yet, and his current ones still had room for improvent.
According to the final bit of information revealed by the Detection spell, the stone’s core power was the ability to break through skill limits.
That was the true purpose of the Skill Divine Stone.
What would happen once those limits were shattered? The thought ignited a spark of anticipation in Lin Moyu’s chest.
He glanced beyond the pavilion. No new path appeared, no new statues awaited him.
The trials, it seed, had reached their end.
Behind the pavilion stretched a garden.
As Lin Moyu put away the Skill God Stone, it felt as though a seal on the dungeon had been lifted.
A faint, refreshing fragrance wafted through the air.
The garden was in full bloom—a riot of colors and blossoms wherever he looked.
When his eyes finally settled on the center, Lin Moyu froze.
A rockery, just over three ters tall, stood proudly amid the flowers. At first glance, it seed like nothing more than decoration.
But what it was made of left him speechless.
The entire rockery was composed of Talent Divine Stone.
Even a random fragnt taken from it was a complete Talent Divine Stone.
“There must be tens of thousands of them… To use Talent Divine Stones as decoration, just how wealthy was that age?”
He swallowed hard. In his own ti, obtaining even one Talent Divine Stone was a once-in-a-lifeti stroke of luck.
Yet here stood an entire rockery of them.
He needed only to take a few steps forward and reach out to gather a handful.
The sight felt unreal.
But excitent never dulled Lin Moyu’s caution.
He advanced carefully toward the rockery.
Good fortune and misfortune often walked hand in hand—just when one felt safe, disaster tended to strike.
Step by step, he closed the distance.
Finally, he stood before the rockery. One more step, one reach of his hand, and he could touch the Talent Divine Stones.
But his body refused to move.
An invisible force blocked his way.
It wasn’t a barrier nor a formation.
It was formless yet tangible, existing on a level far beyond either.
It felt similar to the suppressive force he’d encountered on the ninth level, only much stronger.
If the previous one had been like a thin thread, this was a thick rope.
Lin Moyu tried several tis but couldn’t break through.
The power shielded the rockery, allowing him to see it but not touch it.
Circling around, Lin Moyu noticed that behind the rockery, countless Talent Divine Stones lay scattered across the ground.
However, these stones seed incomplete, half-finished products.
He understood then: these flawed stones were rewards for the challengers.
The so-called half Talent Divine Stones that people received originated from here.
What others regarded as priceless treasures were discarded here like rubble.
“I can’t take the complete ones… what about these incomplete ones?”
He stepped forward and reached for one, but his hand couldn’t make contact.
After several futile attempts, he gave up.
Lin Moyu continued walking through the garden.
It was filled with all kinds of blooming flowers, their fragrance drifting softly through the air.
None of them were familiar to him; they didn’t seem to belong to the current age.
Each one radiated an extraordinary aura, as if imbued with mysterious power.
Then he saw a flower wreathed in blue flas, blooming elegantly within the fire.
Six sapphire-like petals glead like stained glass, shimring with an enchanting brilliance amid the blue blaze.
“So beautiful…”
A thought surfaced unbidden: he wanted to pick the flower and give it to Ning Yiyi.
He reached out, but just before his fingers brushed the flower, a sudden jolt of danger surged through him, and he quickly withdrew his hand.
Cold sweat beaded across his skin. It felt as though he had just brushed against death itself.
With how cautious he usually was, how could he have acted so recklessly? Sothing was definitely wrong.
“Oh, not bad. You actually managed to regain your senses at the last mont!”
A voice rang out suddenly.
Lin Moyu’s head snapped up. On top of the rockery piled high with Talent Divine Stones sat a young man.
But sothing was off. His body was faint and translucent, light passing right through him.
“A soul?”
Lin Moyu could sense a powerful spirit force radiating from the young man. Just how strong he was, Lin Moyu couldn’t tell.
Staying on guard, he asked in a low voice, “Who are you?”
The young man chuckled, leaping down from the rockery. In an instant, he stood before Lin Moyu.
“You can call Shiling. I’m the manager of this dungeon.”
“I wanted to show up earlier, but you hadn’t finished the trial yet. I had to wait.”
“Good thing you stopped when you did. Another step, and things would’ve gotten ssy.”
“Do you even realize how close you were to disaster? That’s a Blueluster Flower, and the fla it bears—Blueluster Fire—burns the soul. Your fire elental immunity would’ve been useless.”
“If you’d touched it, you’d have gone boom—your whole body glowing blue, your soul reduced to ash.”
“Could I have saved you? Sure. But why would I?”
“Still, I would’ve. You’re the first in all these years to make it this far. I didn’t want to see you die.”
“Good thing you’re clever. Your sixth sense is pretty sharp.”
Shiling, clearly unused to company, kept rambling on and on.
Lin Moyu stayed silent, watching him quietly.
When Shiling finally paused, he frowned.
“Hey, why aren’t you saying anything? Co to think of it, you haven’t spoken a single word since you entered this dungeon.”
“Oh no, seriously? After all these years, the first person I et turns out to be mute?”
“Why am I so unlucky? I just wanted soone to talk to!”
He clutched his head dramatically, crouching before Lin Moyu in theatrical despair.
Finally, he sighed, “Fine. Mute it is. Better than no one at all.”
When he finally cald down, Lin Moyu spoke evenly, “I’m not mute.”
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