314: Level 1 Reserve Seed Battlefield

The Spirit of the heaven-reaching pagoda that Ji Fengyun communicated with is likely the concrete manifestation of the Tower of Will's rules projected at this node! The so-called 'Trial' qualification is precisely the ticket the Tower of Will uses to filter those entering its virtual battlefield to compete for seed status!

It only receives life forms that possess Mental Energy because only such beings are qualified to become its subjects for cultivation and selection!

The sparks of Blue Star Martial Artists led by Ji Fengyun were not teleported to some unknown Star Domain sanctuary, but were directly received into the internal space of the Primordial Virtual Tower of Will! A virtual world for selecting seeds and conducting cruel elimination and trials!

“So that's how it is!” Lin Yuan suddenly understood, his eyes flashing with sharp light!

Subsequently, a trace of icy chill welled up in his heart. How cruel was the Seed Battlefield of the Tower of Will? Below the Saint Realm, all are ants, and even those in the Myriad Dao Realm are merely chess pieces struggling to survive!

Ji Fengyun and the others, a group of Martial Artists from a low-dimensional Universe with varying levels of strength, were suddenly thrown into such a meat-grinder-like trial ground. Although it was a virtual battlefield created only for selecting reserve seeds, the cruel rules of the battlefield meant that death was the total annihilation of the Divine Soul!

Blue Star's Martial Artists all have some mental talent, but they will be facing terrifying Prodigies from the myriad worlds who have gone blood-mad for a seed position, as well as endless Guixu monsters! That so-called 'protection' is, in essence, another even more cruel battlefield with a higher elimination rate!

“Ji Fengyun, the place you jumped into with those sparks is another purgatory furnace. But fortunately, they just entered, so the casualties should be...?” Lin Yuan's heart was heavy, feeling an even greater sense of urgency. The longer time dragged on, the greater the possibility that the batch of Blue Star sparks would be lost in the Tower of Will!

He no longer hesitated. The entrance to the Tower of Will was right at these coordinates! But unlike the conventional access through the Primordial Virtual Token in the Divine Domain, this anchor point solidified by the heaven-reaching pagoda's projection was more like a stable 'backdoor'.

Lin Yuan took a deep breath, instantly restraining his presence to the extreme. He raised both hands, forming a profoundly mysterious seal before his chest. The Primal Chaos Power flowing from his fingertips was no longer violent, but became incredibly subtle and condensed, like the most skillful carving knife.

“Chaos Void Return Creation Seal—Myriad Dao Return to Source, Channel Reconstruction!”

Following his low-voiced command, a stream of Chaos light, condensed into a thread-like substance, shot from his fingertips and plunged with pinpoint accuracy into the invisible spatial anchor coordinates in the void ahead!

Buzz—!

The spatial anchor trembled violently! It was as if it had been injected with brand new vitality! The originally stable but cold spatial fluctuations were instantly covered, assimilated, and reshaped by the power Lin Yuan injected, which contained the true essence of the Chaos Great Dao and the aura of the primordial azure lotus dao embryo!

A vortex passage composed of countless hazy gray Chaos currents, just large enough for one person to pass through, slowly took shape in the void! Inside the passage was no longer deep darkness, but flickering points of light like data streams and fragments of scenes from the Guixu Battlefield were vaguely visible! A grand, cold wave of will, carrying heavy rules of trial and elimination, faintly emanated from within!

The entrance to the Primordial Virtual Tower of Will had been forcibly stabilized and opened by Lin Yuan using supreme methods, relying on the coordinate anchor left by the heaven-reaching pagoda!

Lin Yuan stared at the slowly rotating Chaos vortex before him, his gaze as sharp as a blade. On the other side of the passage lay unknown dangers and a cruel elimination ground, but it also held the sparks of hope for Blue Star.

“Ji Fengyun, and the Martial Artists of Blue Star...” Lin Yuan's voice was low, carrying a determination that transcended time and space, “Wait for me.”

He no longer hesitated and stepped forward, his figure vanishing into the hazy gray Chaos vortex. In the cold void, only the slowly rotating passage entrance remained.

The vortex passage composed of Chaos currents rotated silently, its cold, regulated waves of will washing over Lin Yuan's perception like a physical tide. When he stepped out and felt solid ground beneath his feet, the scene before him suddenly opened up, yet it carried a suffocating deathly silence and oppression.

It was no longer the cold void of the Universe, but a desolate, charred land permeated with the scent of sulfur and blood. The sky was a congealed dark red, like a dome of dried, filthy blood; there were no sun, moon, or stars, only several massive spatial cracks flowing with viscous dark purple energy spanning the horizon like hideous scars.

The air was filled with chaotic energy turbulence and faint wails—the lingering resentment of countless Souls who had died in battle here.

This place was precisely the edge of the Seed Battlefield simulated by the Primordial Virtual Tower of Will!

Lin Yuan immediately perceived a change in his own state. His original body still existed at the passage entrance in the material world; what had entered the Tower of Will now was his mental will projection!

This projection possessed nearly all of his original body's Realm insights, combat awareness, and Dao control. However, the 'Origin Power' or energy level he could mobilize was suppressed and quantified by the rules of this virtual battlefield, manifested in a more direct form of 'Combat Power Value'.

This suppression was to ensure a relatively fair competitive environment in the virtual battlefield, preventing high-tier beings from crushing everything based solely on energy.

With a thought from Lin Yuan, a translucent data panel visible only to him floated in his consciousness:

【First Sequence Tower Son: Lin Yuan】

【Realm: Myriad Dao Realm】

【Core Dao: Chaos (100%), Guixu (100%), Life and Death (100%), Time (100%), Soul (100%), Devour (100%)】

【combat power Assessment: 6320 Origin Power (Has exceeded the combat power limit of this battlefield; initial determination: Saint Realm)】

【Titles: Supreme of Myriad Laws, feather transformation supreme】

【Current Battlefield: Level One Reserve Seed Battlefield - Lost Wasteland】

“Respected First Sequence Tower Son, Your Highness, you no longer need to trial in this battlefield. Please leave this battlefield within one day. It is recommended that you proceed to challenge the fourth floor of the Tower of Will to obtain greater authority!”

It really was the Tower of Will, but his status as a First Sequence Tower Son and his strength seemed to have already exceeded the battlefield's limits!

“Saint Realm?” A flash of understanding crossed Lin Yuan's eyes. The rules of the Tower of Will were indeed powerful, capable of forcibly quantifying and suppressing the combat power of his will projection—which carried multiple supreme powers and was at the Peak of the Myriad Dao Realm—down to the level of the Saint Realm. This was both an adherence to the rules and a form of disguised protection—preventing his overly powerful strength from instantly destroying the battlefield's balance.

He had no time to examine the rules in detail. His Divine Thought, like an invisible radar, instantly spread out frantically in all directions from his center across this charred wasteland! He needed to find the aura left by the Blue Star Martial Artists, to find traces of Ji Fengyun!