761: Chapter 762 Unruly Robbery

A massive guiding vortex hung high in the Nine Heavens, entwined with ancient and mottled Dao Talismans. A low, heavy pressure permeated the entire Secret Realm, causing the thousand Prodigies to hold their breath in unison.

Everyone looked up at the vortex that pierced the sky. Even the top Prodigies, whose Heart-Nature was already hardened, could not help but show a trace of solemnity in their eyes.

During the three-month period, peers had turned against each other, close friends had fought to the death, the strong were besieged, and Prodigies had fallen in sorrow.

Of the billions who entered the game, only a thousand remained.

Almost everyone's hands were stained with blood.

Dong Li subconsciously shrunk his neck, his expression grave. "This time is more terrifying than any before; that place is definitely not some peaceful blessed land."

Ling Xi's eyes were calm as she said softly, "The dao seed selection has ended; those who remain are all the ultimate Prodigies of their generation!"

The Mo Yu Qilin gave a low growl, its body tense with spiritual light. "The rankings on the Heavenly Monument are set, and the line between the strong and weak is clear. The top-ranked top-tier Prodigies are already eyeing us like tigers; every step we take next will be fraught with danger."

At this moment, at the highest point of the Secret Realm's Void Realm, two invisible and supreme wills stood silently.

One was vast and ancient, carrying the Origin of the Absolute Beginning, overlooking the Reincarnation of ten thousand Daos.

The other was grand and majestic, in charge of the laws and ethics of the Immortal Realm.

They were the Primordial Soul and the Immortal Realm's Heavenly Dao Will.

The two were hidden in the void. The thousand Prodigies from the Lower Realm were completely unaware, each nursing their own thoughts as they gazed at the vortex in the firmament.

The thoughts of the Primordial Soul echoed leisurely, devoid of joy or anger, yet permeated with eternal silence:

"Three months of slaughter, billions screened, and in the end, only these thousand remain. They are all the top seedlings of the Immortal Realm's younger generation. A few of them indeed possess the talent, dao foundation, and Luck to carry the Immortal Emperor dao seed."

The Immortal Realm's Heavenly Dao Will looked on indifferently, scanning over Gu Shitian, Ling Guzhou, Mo Cha, Wang Zhan, and the other Prodigies, responding in a deep voice:

"Their talent, Physical Body, and killing power have all met the standard. However, for the path of an Immortal Emperor, the most important things are a pure Dao Heart and a resilient will."

The Primordial Soul pondered slightly, its tone carrying a hint of caution. "You and I both know that the borders of the Immortal Realm are in turmoil, and undercurrents from the otherworld are eyeing us. The Immortal Realm does not need submissive Prodigies who follow the rules in a greenhouse.

In the future Great War of the Black Abyss, only those with overwhelming killing intent, an undying will, the courage to seize Opportunity, and the willingness to risk their lives can protect the Immortal Realm."

"The Great Tribulation is approaching. A gentle assessment is useless. The soft-hearted will surely die, the cowardly will surely perish, and those who follow the order will eventually be swallowed by the chaotic world."

"In that case, change the rules."

The Immortal Realm's Heavenly Dao Will's gaze became still as its invisible aura swept over every living being in the Secret Realm:

"Cancel the gentle screening. A thousand people shall kill each other to plunder dao seeds. After seven days of bloody battle, only a hundred shall remain.

Only those who seize the dao seeds and survive the cruel slaughter are qualified to resist the Black Abyss catastrophe."

The next moment, a transparent and pale light screen suddenly lit up in the sky.

Dao Talismans flowed as characters of pitch-black gold appeared in the air, clearly reflecting in the eyes of every Prodigy. The explicit rules for the second trial were laid bare:

"Second Trial: Ancient God Burial Plain!"

"Trial Rule: No rules."

"Time Limit: Seven days."

"When the seven-day period expires, those with a dao seed will obtain creation, while those without a dao seed will all be eliminated.

The Heavenly Monument will update in real-time. By hunting Prodigies, one can seize dao seeds and change their ranking."

The light screen hung high in the sky, cold and blunt, without the slightest euphemism.

Having done all this, the two great wills in the void completely vanished into nothingness, returning to silence.

At this moment, the entire field was deathly silent.

A cold wind swept over the remains scattered across the ground, and the smell of blood permeated the air. Everyone looked up at that cold light screen, feeling a chill down their spines.

Among the crowd, some were pale with regret, some had boiling killing intent in their eyes, and some silently gripped their weapons.

From thirty thousand down to a thousand, everyone's hands were already stained with blood. Now that the rules were lifted for a seven-day bloody battle—a deathmatch among a thousand where only a hundred would remain.

Without any rules to bind them, they could plunder dao seeds and hunt at will.

This cold and cruel rule was like a blood-soaked cold blade, striking hard at the heart of every Prodigy.

Some had bloodshot eyes, their killing intent skyrocketing.

Some lowered their heads in silence, frantically calculating and scheming.

Some immediately locked onto weaker clansmen or old enemies nearby, their killing intent completely undisguised.

The original situation of mutual wariness and confrontation collapsed instantly.

Buzz!

A golden divine light tore through the dull firmament.

Gu Shitian stood in the air with his hands behind his back. Ancient divine patterns covered his body, and his divine light was indifferent, looking down upon all living beings.

He glanced at the rule screen, his expression showing no ripples, as if those cruel rules were non-existent to him.

"The choices of ants have nothing to do with me."

With those words, he took a step forward. Golden light pierced the sky as he was the first to charge into the pitch-black vortex.

Immediately following him, a Dragon's roar shook the eight directions.

Ao Zhan's body was covered in golden scales, his Dragon prestige was vast, and his golden vertical pupils were sharp. He looked toward Mo Cha from a distance with an undisguised intent to compete before plunging into the passage.

"What a fine 'no rules'! My True Dragon Lineage has always used slaughter to prove our Dao!"

"Hahaha!! How satisfying!"

Mo Cha's demonic flames soared into the sky, his crimson demonic eyes were fanatical and bloodthirsty. His wild laughter resounded everywhere, and the Void Realm beneath his feet cracked inch by inch:

"I've been suppressed for so long; I can finally be unscrupulous! The false reputation of rankings is not worth mentioning; I'm going to kill my way through my peers in the ancient plain!"

Demonic flames rolled as Mo Cha brashly charged into the vortex.

Ling Guzhou's white clothes were unstained by dust, and his cold Sword Intent pierced through the clouds. He looked straight ahead, ignoring the rules and others, and with a single sword, he flew into the dark heart of the vortex.

Huang Jiutian, Ji Qingyi, and the other top-tier Prodigies all had solemn expressions. No one dared to be lax or dismissive anymore.

Everyone understood.

From this moment on, there would be no more sentimentality or Luck in the Secret Realm.

An encounter meant a mortal enemy, companions could turn against each other, and the weak would only find a path to death.

Wang Xiaopang was eager to try: "Seven days, from a thousand people down to a hundred. So intense. My new Talismans..."

Xiao Ruobai interrupted him, his expression carrying a hint of gravity. "Don't be careless. The top-ranked experts will frantically hunt the weak to snatch dao seeds. Do not underestimate any Prodigy."

Ling Xi's eyes flickered with light. "The more dao seeds one has, the higher their rank on the Heavenly Monument. Everyone will go mad trying to snatch the Opportunities of others, fighting until death."

The Mo Yu Qilin's scales were tense all over as it growled, "Those top few individuals already have invincible foundations. If they plunder the dao seeds of others, they will only become more and more terrifying."

Fang Hanyu gripped his long sword, his Sword Intent restrained. "This suits me perfectly. It's time for my sword to be unsheathed!"

Xiao Ruobai said in a deep voice, "Let's go."

Several figures took to the air together—War God Blood-Qi, cold sword light, nether devouring, and Qilin protection. One after another, condensed streams of light resolutely charged into the vast, dim vortex.

One Prodigy after another set off. Some were solitary and proud, while others went in groups. Every figure taking flight exuded a cold and decisive aura.

In just a short moment, the sky was filled with streaming lights as hundreds of figures plunged into the vortex one after another. Not a single person backed down.

Those who could survive until now were already ruthless people who had fought their way through mountains of corpses and seas of blood.

Spatial turbulence instantly swept around them, and an ancient, vast, and deathly aura rushed toward them.

Beneath their feet was no longer the land of the Secret Realm, but the Ancient God Burial Plain, an endless expanse littered with withered bones.

Broken divine weapons were scattered across the wilderness, and ancient divine blood had dried into rivers. The malevolent aura left behind by eternal slaughter eroded their Divine Souls at every moment.

Just as they landed, several cold and bloodthirsty gazes from deep within the distant mist quietly locked onto their group.

Seven days of undying bloody battle, a slaughter to eliminate all but a thousand.

The slaughter feast of the Ancient God Burial Plain had officially begun.

Next chapter will be updated tonight!