120: Chapter 120 The Golden Throne

The central area of the Chaotic Battlefield.

Traveling at high speed, Lin Yan and Jiang Ruoxue encountered almost nothing that could hinder their progress.

Occasionally, monsters blocked their path, but they vanished into beams of white light before they could even get close.

Sometimes, elite Hunting Squads would recognize Lin Yan, their faces turning pale instantly as they proactively steered clear from a distance.

Some even chose to change their routes entirely.

By now, the name "Lin Yan" carried immense deterrent power throughout the entire Dungeon.

After all, few were willing to provoke the person capable of defeating Han Zhiyuan head-on.

Along the way, Lin Yan killed dozens of high-tier monsters, gaining tens of thousands of points.

However, for someone with over three million points like him, this gain seemed negligible.

These ordinary monsters were no longer what would truly determine the final ranking.

A few hours later, the two finally reached the very center of the map, and the view before them suddenly opened up.

This battlefield had transformed into a vast, flat, and boundless open space, completely replacing the dense forests and broken mountains.

This was the final core Safe Zone of the Chaotic Battlefield, and the ultimate arena for the final showdown of the entire Dungeon.

At this moment, countless surviving Contestants had gathered here, with various prodigies, Hunting Squads, and powerful solo fighters all assembling.

Everyone looked tense, quietly resting and adjusting their breathing; an oppressive atmosphere, like a storm about to break, permeated the air.

Everyone knew that the moment to truly determine the final ranking was about to arrive.

Lin Yan found a relatively open spot to sit down, while Jiang Ruoxue sat cross-legged beside him, silently recovering her mana.

After taking a recovery potion earlier, her injuries had largely healed.

Lin Yan opened his storage space and took out a light blue potion. [Mental Soothing Agent]

It could quickly restore mental power while alleviating the mental fatigue caused by continuous fighting.

Without hesitation, he tilted his head back and drank it. The cool liquid flowed down his throat and into his body.

The next moment, his previously slightly fatigued brain instantly became incredibly clear, and his mental state recovered rapidly.

Immediately after, Lin Yan consumed several more recovery potions, replenishing his health and mana to their maximum values.

He then slowly closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and quietly waited for the final battlefield to open.

Meanwhile, more and more Contestants arrived at the central area one after another.

Upon seeing Lin Yan, some changed their expressions slightly and proactively kept their distance.

Others couldn't help but whisper, "He is Lin Yan…" "Is that the person who eliminated Han Zhiyuan?" "Stay further away." "A monster like that is not someone we can provoke."

Many people just took one look from afar and then proactively backed away.

Time passed slowly. Above the sky, a grand system voice resounded throughout the entire Dungeon.

[Dungeon Announcement!] All Contestants looked up at the same time.

[Time remaining until the Dungeon ends: 20 hours.] [The final battle stage has officially begun!]

Boom—the entire sky suddenly shook violently, dark clouds churned, and space began to distort continuously. It was as if some colossal entity was about to descend.

Everyone's breathing involuntarily hitched. The next moment, the system voice sounded again.

[There are no special rules in the central Safe Zone.] [The Final Thrones are about to descend!]

Rumble—the sky suddenly split open, creating a massive crack spanning thousands of meters. Endless golden divine light poured down from the crack.

The moment everyone looked up, their gazes froze, their pupils contracted wildly, and their faces were filled with disbelief.

Beneath the broken firmament, ten colossal, boundless golden thrones, piercing through heaven and earth, slowly descended from the void!

They hovered steadily above the central battlefield in a pyramid structure, with distinct levels connected by golden stairs, their aura suppressing eternity!

The bottommost First Layer: Four giant thrones, spread out in four directions, guarding the foundation.

The Second Layer: Three thrones hovering above, higher than the bottom layer, with even greater pressure.

The Third Floor: Two thrones standing shoulder to shoulder, high above the sea of clouds, overlooking the entire field.

The very top layer: The sole supreme Imperial Throne, hanging alone at the peak of the nine heavens, towering above the nine other thrones, with unparalleled majesty!

Everyone was completely shocked by this scene. "This…" "Is this the final battlefield?" "It's too exaggerated…"

Many eyes burned with intensity. They could clearly feel that the place that would truly determine the final ranking was right before their eyes.

The system voice sounded again. [Core Throne Rules: All restrictions on teaming up are lifted. Any Contestant can occupy a throne to continuously obtain massive dynamic points, with earnings continuing until the Dungeon ends completely.]

[Point Distribution Mechanism: The total fixed amount of points for a single throne is constant. The more people occupying it, the fewer points each person receives; coexistence of multiple people will continuously dilute the earnings.]

[Throne Assault Restriction: All thrones prohibit "air-dropping" (skipping levels). One must assault and climb from the First Layer bottom thrones, level by level, to the top.]

Hearing this, many people's eyes lit up immediately. "In other words…" "As long as we occupy a throne, we can continuously obtain points?" "The fewer people, the more points each gets!"

Everyone instantly understood the rules. In other words, the real competition was just beginning.

However, the system prompt was not over. But the next sentence left many people completely stunned.

[Rule Mechanism: Each throne is bound to an exclusive negative suppression rule.] [The higher the level, the more bound rules there are, and the stricter the suppression.]

[First Layer Throne: A single exclusive rule.] [Second Layer Throne: Two overlapping suppression rules.] [Third Floor Throne: Three overlapping suppression rules.] [Top Throne: Four ultimate overlapping suppression rules.]

[All Contestants, please explore the rules for yourselves.]

Looking at the rules listed in the sky, the entire central battlefield went completely quiet. Everyone fell silent.

No one knew which throne would correspond to which rule. Even less did anyone know which rules would overlap on the higher-level thrones.

This meant that rushing in rashly could very likely lead one straight into a rule domain that countered them the most.

At this moment, the smart people in the crowd instantly understood the ultimate game.

A large number of high-ranking, meticulous prodigies stopped in their tracks, standing firmly at the back of the crowd, watching coldly.

"No rush." "Let others test it first." "Whoever goes first will be at a disadvantage; let's figure out the rules for each throne first, then strike at the right opportunity."

Just when everyone was still pondering, finally, someone couldn't hold back. "Charge!"

A five-person squad was the first to dash out, heading straight for the nearest First Layer throne.

With someone taking the lead, more and more people followed.

However, the moment they stepped into the throne's range, hum—a pale golden domain suddenly unfolded.

Everyone's body sank slightly at the same time. The next second, ten figures clad in golden armor slowly stood up from the thrones.

Cold gazes simultaneously locked onto all the intruders. The great battle—was on the verge of breaking out.