67: First-level trial, killing battlefield

After a moment of slight dizziness, the scene before Chu He’s eyes suddenly opened up.

He found himself standing upon a vast and boundless blood-colored plain.

The sky was dark red, the earth was dark red, and the air was thick with a stench of blood and Evil Qi that refused to dissipate.

Upon the plain, skeletons were piled high like mountains, and countless broken weapons were thrust into the ground, resembling an ancient Shura battlefield.

"Roar!"

"Kill!"

Earth-shattering battle cries and the roars of Yao Beasts echoed from all directions.

In the distance, countless Demon Souls formed from the condensation of Evil Qi and resentment, along with War Puppets of various shapes, were crawling out from underground, converging into a black tide that surged frantically toward the Cultivators who had just entered.

These Demon Souls and Puppets were, at their weakest, at the Golden Core Stage, and there was no lack of powerful existences at the Nascent Soul level among them.

"Ah!"

"Help!"

"Hold your ground! Form a Formation!"

As soon as they entered, many Cultivators were caught off guard and instantly submerged by the tide of Demonic Creatures. After letting out a scream, they were torn to pieces.

Chaos, slaughter, death.

This was the trial of the first floor of the Heaven-Reaching Pagoda—the Endless Slaughter Battlefield.

Only by killing all enemies or finding the entrance to the second floor could one survive.

For the vast majority of Cultivators, this was a harsh test where survival was nearly impossible.

They were forced to quickly form teams, standing back-to-back, struggling to withstand the endless attacks of the Demonic Creatures, with people falling every moment.

However, all of this was as easy as a post-meal stroll for Chu He.

With his hands behind his back, he walked leisurely across this blood-colored battlefield.

Those hideous Demonic Creatures, which were enough to make Golden Core Cultivators turn pale with fright, would let out a shrill scream the moment they came within ten zhang of him. Their bodies would instantly melt like snow under a scorching sun, turning into a wisp of blue smoke.

He didn't even need to lift a finger.

The terrifying pressure of the Nascent Soul Stage, combined with the overbearing dragon aura inherent in the Primordial Dragon God Bloodline, was the most lethal poison for these low-level creatures composed of negative energy.

Thus, he strolled through the thousands of Demonic Creatures as if he were in an empty place.

The Cultivators fighting bloody battles nearby all looked at him as if they were seeing a ghost.

"Who... who is that person? Why don't those Demonic Creatures dare to approach him?"

"There seems to be... an invisible force field around him. All the Demonic Creatures die as soon as they enter it!"

"A monster! He is definitely a monster!"

Chu He ignored their shock.

His Divine Sense had already spread out over the vast battlefield, searching for the figure he was longing for.

Soon, he found Feng Ziyan and her team at the other end of the battlefield.

It was a five-person team. Besides Feng Ziyan, who was at the Early Nascent Soul Stage, there was a white-haired old man also at the Early Nascent Soul Stage, and three middle-aged Cultivators at the Late Golden Core Stage.

At this moment, the five of them had formed a simple Five Elements Formation and were surrounded by thousands of Demonic Creatures, their situation extremely precarious.

"Young Miss, this can't go on! These damn things are endless; our magic power will be exhausted sooner or later!" The white-haired old man said anxiously to Feng Ziyan while waving the whisk in his hand to repel a Puppet that lunged forward.

Feng Ziyan's expression was grave, and a raging fire burned in her Phoenix eyes.

"Hold on a bit longer, Fu Bo! We must find the entrance to the second floor!"

Her hands formed seals as she gave a light cry: "Phoenix Dances in the Nine Heavens!"

Skree!

A clear Phoenix cry rang out as a magnificent Phoenix made of flames soared from behind her. With a flap of its wings, it showered down a rain of fire.

Any Demonic Creature touched by the fire rain let out a shrill scream and was instantly incinerated into ash.

This fire was no ordinary flame, but the 'Nanming Li Fire' inherent in her Bloodline, which had an extremely strong restraining effect against evil beings.

This one move cleared the enemies within a hundred-zhang radius, temporarily easing the team's pressure.

But Feng Ziyan's face turned a shade paler because of it.

Clearly, performing such a large-scale Bloodline Divine Ability took a great toll on her.

Yet the Demonic Creatures around them seemed endless and soon swarmed back. Among them, three giant Demon Generals with strength comparable to the Middle Stage Nascent Soul even appeared.

"Not good! It's Demon Generals!" Fu Bo's expression changed drastically.

The three Golden Core Cultivators looked even more deathly pale.

Feng Ziyan and Fu Bo, both at the Early Nascent Soul Stage, would struggle to deal with even one Demon General, let alone three!

It's over!

They were really going to die here this time!

The three Demon Generals let out earth-shaking roars, brandishing massive bone blades as they simultaneously attacked the five-person Formation from three directions.

That world-destroying power made both Feng Ziyan and Fu Bo feel a deep sense of despair.

They knew they absolutely could not block this strike.

A flash of unwillingness crossed Feng Ziyan's eyes.

She possessed the Archaic Phoenix Bloodline, which had not yet fully awakened. She had not yet restored the Phoenix Clan to its former glory. Was she really going to fall here on the measly first floor of the Heaven-Reaching Pagoda?

She instinctively closed her eyes, preparing for the arrival of death.

However, the expected pain did not come.

Instead, wave after wave of terrified shrieks from the Demonic Creatures reached her ears.

She opened her eyes in confusion.

Then, she saw a scene she would never forget for the rest of her life.

A figure in green robes had appeared outside their Formation at some unknown time.

He had his back to them, walking leisurely.

And those three Nascent Soul-level Demon Generals, who had been so arrogant just a moment ago, now acted like mice seeing a cat. They let out roars of extreme terror and turned to flee.

But it was too late.

The figure in green robes didn't even turn around; he simply snapped his fingers casually.

Snap.

A soft sound.

The bodies of those three massive Demon Generals instantly froze. Then, under the horrified gazes of Feng Ziyan and the others, they shattered bit by bit, turning into a cloud of black powder.

An instant kill!

Another instant kill!

And it was an instant kill of three Middle Stage Nascent Soul Demon Generals!

Feng Ziyan, Fu Bo, and the others were completely petrified.