Urban Powerhouse: Chaos Supreme

Huo Yongshi, standing next to him, had already turned as red as a monkey's butt, her face burning hot as she stomped her foot and said, "Dad, what are you talking about?"

Lin Mo shook his head and said, "No need, I usually don't eat much."

After speaking, Lin Mo looked at Huo Jiaming and said, "Old Sir Huo, I wonder if that item has returned?"

Seeing that Lin Mo wasn't discussing Little Shi's matter, Huo Jiaming's face showed a touch of disappointment, but he quickly regained his composure and said, "I've already had it brought back. It's now in one of our Huo Family's clubs. I'll take Mr. Lin there right now."

"Okay," Lin Mo nodded.

He was waiting for the Magic Box; otherwise, he would have already left the Ancient Capital.

Accompanied by Yingzi, Lin Mo left the Huo Family Mansion together with Huo Jiaming.

Seeing Lin Mo's departing figure, Huo Yongshi's pretty face couldn't help but show an immensely disappointed expression, gently biting her thin lips with her silver teeth, sighing inwardly.

"Alas, Little Shi, why don't you say a few words? With your temperament and appearance, how could Mr. Lin not be impressed?" Huo Qiguang sighed.

Huo Yongshi frowned her willow leaf eyebrows and looked at her father, "Mr. Lin already has a girlfriend, why would I follow him?"

"You, you. Mr. Lin is such an impressive person. It wouldn't be bad for you to be with him even in a minor role; it would be enormously beneficial to you and the Huo Family in the future," Huo Qiguang bluntly said.

Hearing her father's words, Huo Yongshi was so angry she nearly died, her cheeks flushing red, "What, you want me to be Lin Mo's mistress?"

"Now you can't even be a mistress," Huo Qiguang shook his head. "You marrying someone with wealth and power, even a world genius, could it ever compare to an Immortal?" Hearing her father's words, Huo Yongshi was stunned for a moment. Indeed, wealth, power, academic prowess—all of these were merely external possessions. By Lin Mo's side, one could traverse the heavens and earth and even live for hundreds of years. Compared to those, wealth and power were really just fleeting clouds.

"Ah."

Huo Yongshi sighed softly.

The Rolls-Royce Phantom stopped outside a splendidly decorated club on the Second Ring of the Ancient Capital. Under the sunlight, the Spirit of Ecstasy on the car radiated dazzling circles of light.

Four bodyguards got out of the car and looked around ominously before finally opening the door.

Such an entourage drew the attention of many passersby, a spectacle only seen when super-rich or important figures made an appearance.

Shortly afterwards, an old man, a young man, and a young woman came out of the car.

"Mr. Lin, the box has been placed inside the club. I've arranged for people to guard it twenty-four hours a day to prevent any mishaps," Huo Jiaming respectfully said to Lin Mo, who nodded lightly with his hands behind his back and strode towards the club.

Inside the club, in a luxurious private room.

Lin Mo, accompanied by Yingzi, sat on a spacious leather sofa. Huo Jiaming instructed his men, and soon two bodyguards brought in a glass case.

Inside the square glass case was a peculiar brown wooden box about the size of an adult's palm.

"Open the case," ordered Huo Jiaming.

The two bodyguards unlocked the combination lock on the glass case and opened it.

"Be careful."

Lin Mo suddenly shouted. At that moment, two black mists flew out of the box and entered the nostrils of the bodyguards. Their faces immediately took on a very strange expression, with eerie black mist swirling under the skin of their cheeks, moving like tiny snakes. The expressions of the bodyguards turned bizarre as their pupils constricted as if they had seen something extremely terrifying.

"Evil spirits."

Lin Mo pinched a spell and sent it from afar onto the bodies of the two bodyguards. Immediately, the black mist on their faces retreated back into the wooden box, but the two bodyguards also fainted on the spot.

"Mr. Lin, what is this?" Huo Jiaming asked with widened eyes.

"These two men are fine; they were just drained of some Essence," said Lin Mo indifferently. "However, this box is indeed very peculiar."

Having said that, Lin Mo's fingers drew together from afar, and with a grab and a pull, the wooden box in the glass case slowly flew into his hand.

Blue thunder suddenly flashed in Lin Mo's hand, making a sizzling sound, enveloping the wooden box, while the black mist on the surface of the box began to move violently as if struggling to break free from the thunder's constraint in Lin Mo's hand.

"Court death."

Lin Mo snorted coldly. The thunder in his hand grew fiercer, and under the deterrent force of the thunder, the black mist on the box gradually weakened and calmed down, no longer causing trouble.

"Mr. Lin, what exactly is this?" asked Huo Jiaming, somewhat warily.

After all, when the Magic Box was abroad, it had caused the deaths of several people in the company and nearly cost two bodyguards their lives just now.

"Resentment, there is a strong resentment in this Magic Box; it must be an object of great misfortune."

Lin Mo said, "I will study it further in detail."

Having said that, Lin Mo closed his eyes, focused his Divine Sense, and slowly probed into the Magic Box. Instantly, the scenery shifted.

A vast and boundless world appeared before Lin Mo, but he was like viewing it from God's Eye View, witnessing a bloody and brutal scene. Hundreds of thousands of ancient cavalry and warriors were fighting fiercely, their screams almost altering the colors of the sky and earth.

The blood had dyed the earth red, and the air was filled with an intensely bloody scent, the murderous aura almost solidifying the air.

It seemed like an ancient battlefield in the Western world, where several groups of warriors were clashing.

Dismembered limbs covered the earth, the rivers ran red with blood, and human lives fell like leaves, striking the ground continuously.

Although Lin Mo had seen many brutal wars in the Immortal Realm, he was still somewhat shaken by the sight.

Moreover, the eyes of these people emitted an eerie red glow, as if they were driven mad, endlessly slaughtering their enemies. In their eyes, there seemed to be only fighting and killing, as if they were possessed.

At this moment, Lin Mo suddenly sensed something, turned his head, and looked towards a distant mountain peak. He saw an old man, resembling a dead tree, enveloped in a black robe, holding a walking stick with a skull handle in his hand, his eyes flickering with green light.

As soon as Lin Mo saw him, the old man suddenly raised his head and looked at him, his lips suddenly twisting into a peculiarly eerie smile.

"What a strong body, perfect for my resurrection," the old man murmured.

Frowning, Lin Mo suddenly thought of something. With a swift motion, he stretched out his palm, and a blood-red dagger slowly rose in the center of his hand, fiercely stabbing towards the old man.

The old man also suddenly transformed into a black arrow, fiercely stabbing towards Lin Mo.

However, the moment the red Demon Blade touched the black arrow, the blade split the arrow into two halves.

"How is this possible, how can someone have such powerful Divine Thought," the old man muttered under his breath, his face dry as tree bark showing an incredulous expression.

But along with the old man's words, his body slowly disintegrated like shredding paper, dispersing into the world, and the once relentless battlefield also instantly returned to tranquility.

Horses, warriors, blood, and dry bones all disappeared without a trace.

At this time, Lin Mo, sitting in the box, also opened his eyes.

However, except for Yingzi, Huo Jiaming seemed to have gone somewhere else.

"Master, you have finally awakened," Yingzi said, her face immediately showing delight upon seeing Lin Mo awake.

"Have I been asleep for a long time?"

Lin Mo asked with a frown.

"A whole day," Yingzi nodded. "I was a bit worried about you, master."

Lin Mo's face showed a slight surprise. He felt like only a moment had passed in the Illusion Realm, but a whole day had passed in the real world. If it had been someone with weaker spiritual power, they might be trapped in the Illusion Realm forever, unable to get out.

"Old Sir Huo had some other matters to attend to, but he said to let him know if you woke up," Yingzi said.

"Mm, find someone to tell him to come see me," Lin Mo said softly.

Lin Mo looked at the wooden box in his hand, which had now returned to its ordinary appearance, the black Resentment that had once lingered around the box now completely vanished.

The old man he had seen in the Illusion Realm must have been the owner of this wooden box, and that man was merely a Divine Thought; his real body had died several hundreds of years ago.

Lin Mo speculated for a moment, thinking that the old man must have been a Western cultivator, or perhaps known by another term in the Western world—priest.

The other party had waged war using formidable spiritual power, seemingly attempting to practice some secret technique or achieve a certain goal, but ultimately failed. Thus, after his death, he left behind deep Resentment in the wooden box.

However, when Lin Mo entered the Transformation Realm, he had already shattered the last trace of the old man's Resentment, so the wooden box had also lost its Resentment.

"It seems that there were once flourishing eras of cultivation in the Western world. Perhaps resources for cultivation could be found in Western countries," Lin Mo pondered internally.

However, the wooden box was also useful to him; the old man in the Illusion Realm mainly practiced spiritual power, otherwise, it would not have been possible to generate such a vast scene of battle. If he could absorb the spiritual power from the box, it would undoubtedly be a great supplement for his Divine Thought.

The Demon Blade that Lin Mo had used was formed from condensed Divine Thought, but given his current Divine Thought, using it once required a long recovery time. If he could absorb the spiritual power from the wooden box for his own use, he could use the Demon Blade more often. This wooden box was quite a surprise for Lin Mo, as neither Spiritual Energy nor Elixirs could quickly enhance his spiritual power in a short time.

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