"This spirit does not mean that!"
The voice of the spirit of the altar was a little awkward. Even if the two were willing to stay now, it would not dare to use them as nourishment.
"Oh, then what do you mean? Speak quickly if you have something to say, and have..."
Zi Linling's voice was icy cold.
However, she omitted the latter half of the sentence.
She always felt that she couldn't speak too rudely in front of Ye Lingyuan.
Ye Lingyuan's gaze was also sharp.
The spirit of the altar flinched and said, "What this spirit means is that you only have a day and a half left. This time is not enough for you to pass the last two trials, so I want to give you a suggestion."
"A suggestion? What suggestion?"
Zi Linling exchanged a look with Ye Lingyuan subtly, and asked with a half-smile.
The spirit of the altar said, "You can enter the trials separately, one person enters the ninth trial, and the other enters the tenth trial, to save time."
Zi Linling was taken aback, exchanged another look with Ye Lingyuan, and then said with an unfriendly gaze, "Since you can do this, why didn't you say so earlier?"
A killing intent flickered in Ye Lingyuan's eyes.
"Don't get agitated! It's not that this spirit didn't say it earlier, but this method is only suitable for the last two trials."
Zi Linling and Ye Lingyuan said nothing, but the aura around them was extremely cold, as if they would attack if they were not satisfied.
The spirit of the altar could not help but shiver.
These two were said to have close ties with Feng Liqi, the God of Slaughter, and Bao Fengxi, the Mad God. If they really fought, it would only have one outcome—annihilation!
"Spirit's life is sorrowful!"
Under immense pressure, the spirit of the altar continued to explain, "This spirit only has one permission, but to activate this permission, the trial-taker must pass the eighth trial."
"Oh, is that so? Then what will be the outcome if this permission is activated?"
Zi Linling looked at Ye Lingyuan and asked with murderous intent.
With a sudden new permission, how could there be no price?
As for the idea of a pie falling from the sky, she, Zi Linling, never believed it.
If Zi Linling could think of the same loophole, how could Ye Lingyuan not?
Thus, the spirit of the altar felt that the killing intent from Ye Lingyuan upon it became even sharper.
"Cough, cough! This spirit was just about to tell you two about this! Although these two trials can be entered simultaneously, after successfully passing them, only the person who enters the tenth trial can leave."
Zi Linling frowned and asked, "What will happen to the person in the ninth trial?"
"The person in the ninth trial must re-enter the tenth trial to get out, but the time to re-enter will be greatly shortened, only... an hour."
The spirit of the altar dared not hide anything and poured out everything it knew like pouring beans.
After listening to the spirit of the altar, Zi Linling and Ye Lingyuan fell into deep thought.
If both of them first entered the ninth trial and then the tenth trial, time would be extremely tight. If they failed, both would be trapped here.
But if they entered the trials separately, one of them would inevitably be trapped here. Although this outcome was not the worst, the person who left would likely be haunted by inner demons afterward, rendering them useless.
Fortunately, Zi Linling and Ye Lingyuan were not people with malicious intentions, or they would have fought on the spot.
Moreover, no one knew what dangers lurked in the ninth and tenth trials, so it was uncertain whether they could pass them.
If the person entering the tenth trial failed, then even if the person in the ninth trial succeeded, they would only have an hour to enter the tenth trial, making failure highly probable.
The ghost altar's stratagem was truly vicious and ruthless.
"I'll enter the ninth trial!"
"I'll enter the ninth trial!"
Zi Linling and Ye Lingyuan pondered for a moment and spoke at the same time.
Their intentions were clear: they wanted the other to enter the tenth trial, so that if successful, the other could leave first.
As soon as the words left their mouths, they looked at each other in surprise and then smiled at each other.
Although this outcome was somewhat unexpected, it was also within their respective expectations.
The spirit of the altar looked at Zi Linling, then at Ye Lingyuan, then at Ye Lingyuan, and then at Zi Linling.
Wasn't the outside world changing? Weren't people outside becoming selfish?
How could these two be willing to leave hope to the other and danger to themselves?
The spirit of the altar was somewhat bewildered. Was this human nature, or human nature?
"Idiot!"
"Fool!"
Zi Linling and Ye Lingyuan spoke at the same time again, with knowing smiles on their faces.
"Lin'er, you go and enter the tenth trial, and then wait outside for this king to propose!"
Ye Lingyuan said with a devilish smile.
Although he was smiling, his tone was one of absolute certainty.
Zi Linling felt a surge of warmth in her heart, and an inexplicable emotion surged into her mind with this warmth.
She smiled brilliantly and blurted out, "Why don't you go and enter the tenth trial instead! Remember to prepare the six gifts!"
As soon as she said this, even she was stunned.
Preparing the six gifts meant agreeing to his proposal.
In other words, she had agreed to Ye Lingyuan's proposal.
Bah, bah, bah!
Zi Linling wished she could slap herself.
It's just about entering the trial, what was she talking about?
Ye Lingyuan was taken aback at first, then his face lit up with joy.
"Lin'er, are you agreeing to be this king's princess? This time it shouldn't be for convenience, right?"
Even with Zi Linling's thick skin, her face was burning and she couldn't stand it.
She said with a hint of embarrassment and anger, "Ye Lingyuan, I told you to go to the tenth trial, so just go, why so much nonsense?"
Ye Lingyuan looked at her trying to hide her feelings, and the smile on his face became even brighter.
He said nothing, just looked at Zi Linling's performance with a half-smile.
Zi Linling seemed to feel that her reaction was a bit too intense and blinked awkwardly.
"I mean, I've been fighting with that old guy Yama for a lifetime, and he can't beat me, so go with peace of mind!"
Why did this sound so strange?
Ye Lingyuan smiled devilishly and said, "Lin'er, are you asking this king to go and meet Yama first?"
Zi Linling wished she could enter the ninth trial immediately.
"Go with peace of mind," this sentence had too many ambiguities, like something one would say when preparing their will before dying.
Awkward!
Extremely awkward!
"Your Highness Prince of Hell, I didn't mean that. I mean, the Heavenly Revelation Kingdom needs you, the God of War, and I am alone with no ties."
"So? Leave you here to die?"
Ye Lingyuan's tone turned cold.
His Lin'er was more important than the entire Heavenly Revelation Kingdom.
Zi Linling frowned. What had she done to upset him again?
This Prince of Hell was too temperamental! It was just a misspoken word, was it worth being so petty?