Published: January 19, 2025
At this moment, Qin Chen's eyes were filled with temptation. One seductive woman after another nestled close to him, each with their own charm—some mature, some sensual, some fiery, and some innocent, each displaying a multitude of styles and postures.
These women eagerly leaped into Qin Chen's embrace, exuding warmth and softness. Their fragrant bodies, glistening with sweat, were partially obscured by delicate veils that slowly fell away, revealing their enchanting figures.
It was enough to make any man want to drown completely in this allure, unwilling to extricate himself.
“Chen, I want you, give it to me,” a soft voice called out. A young girl kissed Qin Chen's body with her red lips, causing him to shudder.
“What the hell...” Qin Chen was speechless. He never expected that this fifth trial would be like this.
“Could this trial correspond to the illusory realm trial in the Tenfold Reincarnation?” Qin Chen sat as steady as a rock, his body unmoving, yet thoughts churned in his mind.
Aside from this, he couldn't think of any other possibilities.
“Beauty is indeed the most intoxicating temptation in the world, but unfortunately, it's wasted on me, Qin Chen.” He coldly smiled.
“I, Qin Chen, am a man of integrity; how could I be tempted by beauty? Ridiculous.” Qin Chen remained as unmoving as a mountain, allowing countless stunning women to climb onto him, their bodies wandering, while he merely frowned, holding his breath, guarding his righteous heart, and refusing to be disturbed.
“Chen Lang, you are so heartless.”
“Chen Lang, can you please not treat us this way? We're scared.”
“We only want to serve you, never wanting to leave you, Chen Lang.”
Women of various styles from across the universe called out, their delicate jade hands caressing Qin Chen's chest, their touches burning hot, trying to touch his heart.
But Qin Chen remained completely unmoved.
“I endure.”
Qin Chen slightly furrowed his brows, firmly asserting in his heart.
In the outside world, the Primordial Ancestral Dragon and others stared at Qin Chen, noticing that he seemed frozen under the interference of this fifth calamity, not moving at all. Only his brow furrowed slightly, as if he were enduring some kind of pain.
“Chen, it must be really painful right now,” Sisi and the others clenched their hands, extremely tense.
“Qin Shaoxia is truly remarkable. This fifth trial must be far more painful than the previous four. At this moment, Qin Shaoxia must be undergoing endless torment, yet he doesn't even utter a sound. Truly a model for our generation,” the Abyssal Manor Lord couldn't help but exclaim.
He genuinely admired him.
To think he had collapsed at the third trial, but now Qin Chen not only reached the fifth but remained unyielding even under such torment—who could match such resolve?
If it were him, he would probably have exploded the moment he entered the fifth trial.
The Primordial Ancestral Dragon shivered, “Such a treasure is indeed better suited for that kid, Qin Chen. I don't want to endure such pain; I wouldn't even want to experience this fifth trial even if it killed me.”
“Qin Chen, you must endure; you mustn't come to harm.”
On the other side, Fang Mu Ling anxiously watched Qin Chen in the Hall of Ten Tribulations, quietly praying. At the same time, she gazed into the fifth trial’s twin eyes, trying to discern Qin Chen's current state. But when her gaze met the eyes appearing on the fifth face of the Hall, an inexplicable feeling enveloped her. In an instant, she felt as if she were in a marvelous space.
At the end of that space, there seemed to be flickering lights and shadows, among which sat a figure remarkably similar to Qin Chen.
“What’s happening? Where am I?”
Fang Mu Ling was puzzled as she stepped forward towards the blinding light and shadows.
In the fifth trial.
Qin Chen was indeed enduring immense pain.
The sensations were so real that they made it hard to believe this was an illusion.
Zhuang Zhou's dream of a butterfly—was it in a dream or outside of one?