In the fantasy world, all the people I met were beauties.

When everyone stepped into the sixth level, what came into view was a magnificent hall, spacious and mysterious.

The floor of the hall was as smooth as a mirror, reflecting their figures. On the surrounding walls hung 108 scrolls emitting a mysterious halo, and each one seemed to contain endless mysteries.

In front of the scroll, cushions are neatly placed, quietly waiting for the arrival of the destined person.

Right in front of the hall, a colorful light door shines brightly, like a portal to another world.

Next to the light gate, two ancient stone tablets stand quietly.

A few lines of shocking words were engraved on a stone tablet:

"Observe the scroll and comprehend the techniques. You may leave only if you comprehend any technique within a month. Otherwise, you will die."

These brief words reveal endless majesty and oppression.

The other stone tablet is a blank stone tablet. It is blank, but it seems to contain some unknown power, making people want to explore the secret behind it.

When the girls saw that they could leave after comprehending the technique, which was obviously the last stage, they all smiled with joy.

They looked at Li Zimo with anticipation, hoping that he could lead them to pass the test smoothly.

Li Zimo also looked at the girls and smiled, his eyes full of determination and confidence.

However, in this joyful atmosphere, Leng Ruyan snorted softly. She left the crowd on her own, selected a painting that interested her, and sat down on the cushion in front of the scroll.

She closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and then fell into understanding.

Against the backdrop of the painting, her figure appears particularly focused and determined.

Li Zimo looked at Leng Ruyan's back and smiled slightly. He didn't care about her arrogance at all.

He turned his head to look at the wordless stone tablet, examined it from top to bottom, and tried using his spiritual power and soul, but found nothing.

So he also chose a scroll, sat on the cushion, and began his journey of understanding.

A quarter of an hour later, Li Zimo slowly opened his eyes. His brows were furrowed, and there was no trace of happiness on his face.

Although a halo of light had appeared on the scroll and surrounded him, indicating that he had successfully comprehended this technique, his heart was filled with helplessness and distress.

Because when he was contemplating, his mind was united with the artistic conception of the painting, drawing out a hazy halo, a voice suddenly rang out in his soul, like a huge bell, shaking his mind.

The voice asked him to swear a soul oath, that he must provide all possible help when the Shenwu Empire is in danger of destruction. At the same time, he must not teach the skills he has obtained to anyone, nor reveal the things he has inherited here, otherwise he will suffer the punishment of soul destruction.

Although Li Zimo was unwilling, he could only swear helplessly under the pressure of the mysterious power.

As the oath was sworn, the hazy light slowly merged into his soul, and he thus inherited a martial arts emperor-level technique.

However, this inheritance was like a hot potato, filling him with distress.

Because of the constraints of his soul oath, he was unable to teach this technique to the women, which meant that he could no longer help them directly as before.

If every scroll at this level requires the same oath of the soul, then the women can only rely on their own strength to comprehend the mysteries in the scrolls.

He could only tell them about his experience in comprehending the scroll and let them understand it on their own.

Although he could share his experience in comprehension with them, given their level of comprehension, the possibility of them comprehending the skills in the scroll was very slim.

Thinking of this, Li Zimo couldn't help but feel a strong sense of urgency in his heart.

He knew that time was running out and any delay could lead to irreversible consequences.

So, he stood up without hesitation and walked hurriedly to the next scroll, praying in his heart that he could find a glimmer of hope there and win a chance of survival for the women.

Two and a half days passed quickly. During this time, Li Zimo tried his best to comprehend all 108 Martial Emperor-level martial arts techniques.

However, each inheritance required him to swear the same oath of the soul, which filled him with helplessness and bitterness.

He sat dejectedly on the mat, as if he was suffocated by an invisible force.

When the girls saw Li Zimo's appearance, they all looked at him worriedly.

Mo Li walked gently to his side, sat beside him, hugged him tenderly, and said in her gentle but firm voice:

"Zimo, you've done a great job. Even if we can't get out in the end, it doesn't matter. I'm content just to have met you in this life."

The women nodded, tears in their eyes and choked voices:

"Zimo, Qingyao is content to have met you in this life."

"Brother Zimo, I am satisfied."

"Sir, I am content."

……

Their words were filled with deep affection and reluctance for Li Zimo, but also revealed a kind of fearlessness and strength.

Li Zimo looked up at the girls, tears welling up in his eyes. He choked and said:

"I, I'm sorry."

His voice was filled with deep remorse and guilt, as if he couldn't bear the heavy emotion.

However, the girls looked at him with tears in their eyes, smiling and gently shaking their heads.

Their eyes were full of understanding and tolerance, as if to say:

"You don't need to blame yourself. We are willing to spend this time with you, no matter what the outcome."

Lin Qingyue, Xu Ruolin, Mo Lanxin, Li Mengqi, Chen Manni and Leng Ruyan, who were standing by, watched them say goodbye to each other. Although they didn't say anything, tears of emotion rolled down their eyes.

They were moved by this deep affection and shocked by the strength and fearlessness of the women.

At this moment, the hall was filled with a complex and deep emotion.

After a long period of depression, Li Zimo finally broke free from his sorrow, turned his gaze firmly towards the girls, and said softly:

"I will share with you my insights into the painting scroll. You may wish to try to comprehend it on your own."

The girls' eyes were slightly red, but they nodded firmly.

Then, Li Zimo shared his understanding of the scroll one by one, including Leng Ruyan. After listening, each woman left and sat cross-legged on the cushion in front of the scroll, immersed in the world of contemplation.

Li Zimo turned to the silent stone tablet alone, feeling vaguely that this might be their only hope to break the predicament.

He walked closer step by step, carefully examining every detail of the stone tablet, his fingers gently brushing across its cold surface, trying to feel the mystery within.

However, no matter whether spiritual power was used or other methods were used to test it, the stone tablet seemed like a lifeless stone and did not give any response.

When he was about to give up, Li Zimo made a final attempt and probed his soul into the stone tablet.

Unexpectedly, this time his soul penetrated the boundaries of the stone tablet without any hindrance, as if entering a whole new world.