Quick Transmigration: The Charismatic Woman Uses Her Stunning Beauty to Complete Missions

A moment later, Tuanzi opened her eyes.

"MoMo, I can sense Cheng Lingyu and the others. They've fainted, probably from the effects of your battle with Bone Princess earlier, but they're not in any danger."

Shen Chumo frowned slightly, a hint of worry flashing in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure.

"That's good, it's good that they're alright for now." She pondered for a moment, then looked firmly toward the exit of the Spirit Spring space, having already made her decision.

"Tuanzi, help me find the entrance to the seventh floor."

Shen Chumo decided to go to the top floor of the Trial Tower by herself. In fact, from another perspective, Lin Yu and the others were all Shen Chumo's competitors in this Trial Tower.

They needed to cooperate to pass the previous levels safely, but now that they've reached the final level, they'll have to rely on their own abilities.

Now that they've all fainted, it saves her some trouble.

Upon hearing Shen Chumo's command, Tuanzi closed her eyes again and mobilized all her senses.

Its body shimmered with light, like flowing starlight, and fine spiritual threads spread outwards, diligently searching in this space filled with an eerie aura.

A moment later, Tuanzi suddenly opened her eyes, her eyes shining brightly. She excitedly pointed in a direction and said, "Mo Mo, I found it! It's over there. There's a very special spiritual energy fluctuation. It should be the entrance to the seventh floor."

Shen Chumo emerged from the spiritual spring space and reappeared. Losing her five senses again was not pleasant. The whole world seemed to plunge into endless darkness in an instant, and everything around her was stripped away. Only the direction that Tuanzi had pointed out earlier was like the only coordinate in her mind.

She moved forward, heading into the unknown.

As she drew closer, the peculiar fluctuations of spiritual energy became increasingly pronounced, like an invisible hand gently tugging at her.

Shen Chumo felt this power and groped her way forward. Finally, she touched a faint barrier.

The moment my fingers touched it, a tingling vibration came through.

Hmm? She actually sensed it; it seems this really is the entrance to the seventh floor.

She took a deep breath, gathered her spiritual power, and pushed forward with a sudden burst of energy.

With a muffled boom, as if space itself had been torn apart, Shen Chumo's vision cleared, and she successfully stepped into the seventh floor.

What came into view was a desolate and lifeless world. Thick fog rolled and surged like ink, filling the entire space, blotting out the sun, and making it almost impossible to see anything more than ten feet away.

The ground was cracked, with huge ravines crisscrossing it like hideous scars, emanating a chilling aura.

Shen Chumo took a cautious step, the soles of her shoes scraping against the ground with a screeching sound.

Suddenly, a sharp whistling sound came from the mist, as if something was flying at high speed. Shen Chumo was startled and instinctively dodged to the side.

A cold light grazed the hem of her clothes. Upon closer inspection, it turned out to be a sharp arrow formed from spiritual energy, deeply embedded in the ground, its fletching still trembling slightly.

"Who is it?" Shen Chumo shouted in a low voice, which echoed in the dead silence of the space, but received no response.

She quickly adjusted her state, gathering spiritual energy in her palm to form a solid shield.

Immediately afterwards, commotion came from all directions, and countless arrows of spiritual energy shot out from the mist, rushing towards her like meteors chasing the moon.

Shen Chumo moved swiftly, dodging and weaving through the rain of arrows, relying on her keen combat instincts and superb agility to evade the attacks. As she dodged, she observed the source of the arrows, trying to find the enemy's trail.

However, the fog was too thick, and the enemy seemed to be hiding in the shadows, never appearing in sight.

Just as Shen Chumo was struggling to keep up, she suddenly had an idea. Taking advantage of a brief moment when she was dodging, she pretended to be hit and fell backward.

Sure enough, the barrage of arrows slowed down instantly, as if the enemy was checking whether they had hit their target.

Seizing the opportunity, Shen Chumo suddenly opened her eyes, a sharp glint in them. She gathered spiritual energy into a long sword in her hand, and with a powerful swing, a strong sword aura slashed forward in a fan shape.

"Boom!" Wherever the sword energy passed, the mist was instantly dispelled, revealing a group of figures dressed in black robes.

These people, holding spirit bows, looked terrified, clearly not expecting Shen Chumo to suddenly retaliate.

Shen Chumo snorted coldly, drew her sword and charged towards them. The long sword in her hand moved as nimbly as a dragon, weaving freely through the black-robed crowd. Wherever it went, spiritual energy overflowed, and the black-robed men fell to the ground one after another.

After dealing with the group of men in black robes, Shen Chumo was slightly out of breath, her eyes once again scanning her surroundings warily.

At this moment, the fog seemed to thin out a bit, and Shen Chumo could vaguely see a dilapidated palace in the distance, which stood out conspicuously in this desolate world.

A thought struck her; her intuition told her that the palace might hold what she was looking for.

Shen Chumo walked towards the palace. Along the way, there were occasional sporadic attacks from the shadows, but she easily deflected them all.

When she arrived at the palace, she saw that the palace gates were tightly closed, covered with the marks of time, and the carved patterns were blurred.

The gate slowly opened, and a putrid stench wafted out. Shen Chumo stepped into the palace, which was dimly lit, with only a few faint spirit lamps emitting a hazy glow. She walked forward cautiously, carefully observing her surroundings with each step.

Just then, her gaze was suddenly drawn to a ray of light.

In a corner of the palace, there was a box emitting a soft light. Although the light was not strong, it stood out conspicuously in the dim palace. Shen Chumo was delighted and quickly walked towards the box.

As she approached the box, the light on the box suddenly intensified, and a spiritual energy barrier instantly rose up, repelling Shen Chumo.

Shen Chumo steadied herself, a hint of doubt flashing in her eyes. She carefully examined the spiritual energy barrier and discovered that it was engraved with complex runes, clearly intended to protect the contents of the box.

Shen Chumo mobilized her spiritual power in an attempt to break through the barrier, but each attempt ended in failure.

She frowned, lost in thought. Suddenly, she remembered an ancient jade slip that Lin Wan'er had left in the Spirit Spring space; the runes on the jade slip were very similar to this one.

Shen Chumo quickly took out the jade slip and began to study it carefully.

After much effort, she finally found a way to break through the barrier. Following the instructions on the jade slip, she mobilized her spiritual power and drew runes on the barrier.

As the runes appeared, the spiritual energy barrier began to tremble, and finally, with a "boom," it completely dissipated.

Shen Chumo's eyes flickered. Sure enough, Lin Wan'er was connected to this Trial Tower. Could it be that she really did use some kind of spiritual artifact to travel through time?

Shen Chumo opened the box.