Oh no! My grandmother made me shoulder the responsibility for eight households!

Chapter 515 The Nine-Story Chaos Pagoda

three days later.

The notification sound indicating that the system upgrade was complete rang in Lin Chen's mind.

It was louder than ever before, like the sound of a bell, distant, lingering, and echoing in my mind.

Lin Chen closed his eyes and let his consciousness sink into his mind.

The system panel was gone, replaced by a nine-story pagoda.

Each layer has a different flow of light.

The first layer is silver light, the second layer is gold light, the third layer is blue light, the fourth layer is starlight, the fifth layer is white light, the sixth layer is red light, the seventh layer is black light, the eighth layer is white light, and the ninth layer is chaos.

Nine-colored rays of light intertwined, illuminating Lin Chen's entire sea of ​​consciousness.

Lin Chen's divine sense swept across the tower, and an indescribable feeling welled up in his heart.

This is a tower that has been passed down from ancient times, carrying the legacy of a deity's lifelong learning.

Each layer has its own function.

The first floor is the Refining Hall.

The flames in the furnace burned fiercely, with the true fire of the sun, the true fire of the moon, and the true fire of samadhi intertwined.

Various refining materials were piled up like mountains, including Star Iron, Constant Star Sand, Dragon Pattern Steel, Mystic Ice Jade, Dragon Blood Stone, and so on.

These are all rare and unique treasures found nowhere else on the Tianyuan Continent; any one of them would be fiercely sought after by weapon refiners.

Finished and semi-finished products float in mid-air.

Swords, spears, halberds, bell towers, tripods, and seals—encompassing countless elements!

The second floor is the Alchemy Hall.

The elixirs in the alchemy furnace churned and bubbled, filling the air with their fragrance.

The pills on the shelves were neatly arranged in rows and columns, each labeled with its name, efficacy, and method of administration.

Lin Chen had seen some of the pills before, but not others, and he couldn't even name some of them.

But each one emanated a strong spiritual energy fluctuation.

The third floor, Valhalla.

One after another, illusory figures floated in mid-air, some male, some female, some old, some young.

There was a general dressed in armor, holding a long spear, looking majestic and imposing, with piercing eyes, as if he were about to rush out and kill the enemy at any moment.

There was a swordsman in flowing white robes, with a long sword hanging at his waist. He had an extraordinary bearing and an imposing sword intent. Standing there, he was like a sword that had just been drawn from its sheath.

There was a strategist with a feather fan and silk turban, chatting and laughing, his eyes full of calculation, and a faint smile on his lips.

Their eyes were closed, as if they were asleep, or as if they were waiting.

Lin Chen's divine sense swept over them.

Each of them possessed a cultivation level above that of a Celestial Immortal, and the highest-ranking one's aura was comparable to his.

At that moment, a voice rang in Lin Chen's ears.

Ancient, timeless, and serene, like a river that has flowed for millions of years, neither hurried nor slow.

"These heroic spirits are geniuses who fell in the ancient times of the Primordial Realm."

"The characters you summoned before were those names from your memory, which I have materialized."

Lin Chen was taken aback for a moment, then the aged voice continued:

"I merely read your memories and materialized these names into Heroic Spirits."

"They have their own personalities, their own memories, and their own thoughts."

"But they were not real people in history."

"They are your memories, your imagination, your obsession."

"You remember them, therefore they exist."

Lin Chen fell silent.

He thought of Yuan Tiangang and Li Chunfeng, Zhuge Liang and Guan Yu, and Zhao Zilong and Lü Bu.

I recall their voices and smiles, their words and actions, and how they addressed him as "My Lord".

When they stood before him, it was real.

When they spoke to him, it was genuine.

They were genuinely offering him advice and fighting for him.

What's the difference between what's real and what's fake?

Lin Chen smiled. "That's good." Then he asked, "Who are you?"

The aged voice said softly, "Once you reach the ninth level, I will tell you everything!"

Lin Chen pursed his lips, and his divine consciousness avatar stepped up to the next level.

The fourth floor is the Martial Arts Hall.

The bookshelves were filled with all kinds of martial arts classics, including swords, spears, halberds, fists, palms, legs, feet, divine skills and movement techniques.

Each book is a crystallization of the wisdom of our predecessors, and each book is enough to establish a school of thought and be passed down through the ages.

Lin Chen randomly picked up a book, glanced at it, and then put it back.

No rush, there's plenty of time to look at it later.

The fifth floor, the Hall of Divine Power.

One by one, the seeds of supernatural power floated in mid-air, emitting different lights—golden, silver, purple, cyan, white, and black, like stars hanging in the night sky, dazzling and radiant.

Each seed represents a supernatural power; once refined, one can master that power.

No cultivation or comprehension is needed; it comes naturally, as naturally as breathing.

Lin Chen looked at the seeds, his mouth practically watering.

But he held back, thinking he wouldn't rush things; it would be his sooner or later.

The sixth floor, the Hall of Laws.

Lines of law intertwined in the air, forming a huge, dense net, like a spider web.

The laws of spacetime, life, destruction, cause and effect, yin and yang, the five elements...

Lin Chen's divine sense paused on one of the lines, sensing a familiar aura.

Those were the laws he had comprehended, but here they became clearer, more complete, and closer to the origin.

Just like the standard definition we used to watch, now it's 4K.

The seventh floor, the Time-Space Palace.

The flow of time is ten times that of the outside world.

Ten days of cultivation inside equals one day outside.

For those eager to improve their cultivation, this is a priceless treasure.

But Lin Chen wasn't in a hurry; he had plenty of time.

He just wants to lie down right now.

The eighth floor, the Palace of Myriad Realms.

A huge light screen floated in mid-air, displaying scenes from various worlds.

There is a world of immortals and heroes, where cultivators fly on swords, clashing with spells until the heavens and earth tremble.

In a world of high martial arts, people sit cross-legged atop mountains, absorbing the spiritual energy of heaven and earth, their auras as deep and profound as an abyss.

There is a low-level martial arts world where ordinary people farm and weave cloth, children play and frolic, and wisps of smoke rise from chimneys...

Lin Chen's divine sense swept across the light screen and suddenly saw a familiar world.

Skyscrapers, bustling traffic, flashing neon lights, and crowds of people.

Some people were crammed into the subway like sardines.

Some people are working overtime in the office building until late at night.

Some people are eating barbecue and drinking beer at a roadside stall.

Some people are anxiously waiting for their test results at the hospital.

Lin Chen's fingers trembled slightly.

He stood in front of the light screen, looking at that world for a long time.

Then he looked away.

The ninth floor, the Chaos Palace.

It was empty, there was nothing there.

There was only chaos, a hazy grayness, like the world before it was created.

But Lin Chen sensed that something was hidden in this chaos, something heavy, ancient, like a sleeping ancient beast.

However, his current cultivation level is not high enough to unlock it.

He stood on the edge of chaos, looking at the hazy light, and remained silent for a long time.

The aged voice rang out again.

This time, there was more emotion in his voice, like a mixture of relief and感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a feeling of deep emotion).

"Successor, you have finally arrived."

Lin Chen's divine consciousness avatar stood at the edge of the ninth level of chaos, hands behind his back, and said calmly:

Tell me your origins and purpose.