243: The God of Slaughter had barely left when a thousand spots ignited a bloody melee!

As Lu Sheng and Luo Tianfei's figures completely vanished into the golden light filling the sky.

The terrifying mountain named extreme realm, which had been pressing on everyone's hearts, finally moved away for a while.

On the sea surface, the suffocating silence lasted for only half a second.

Immediately after, panic spread like a plague among the crowd.

A thousand slots.

That was a ticket to a higher Realm.

Now, the two most unreasonable monsters had already entered.

Nine hundred and ninety-eight remained.

"Those two Killing Gods are gone!"

Someone, in a hoarse, distorted voice, roared.

This cry was like a starting gun.

"Kill!!!"

"The slot is mine!!"

"Those who block me die!!"

The battlefield, which had been frozen by fear, was instantly ignited by monstrous killing intent!

This time, there were no so-called factions, no so-called kin.

Everyone was a hunter, and everyone was also prey.

spirit source light danced like mad snakes, tearing through the azure sky.

A Martial Artist with Peak eighth level strength had just rushed to the steps. Before he could even show a joyous smile, he was simultaneously struck by dozens of Spirit Source Secret Arts from behind.

"Bang!"

His protective spirit source shattered, and he instantly exploded into a mist of blood, leaving not even a speck.

But this bloody scene did not deter the crowd; instead, it made the bloodthirsty powerhouses even more frenzied.

They stepped on corpses and waded through waves of blood, rushing towards the narrow entrance like migrating fish.

However, true despair had only just begun.

"A bunch of ants, dare to contend?"

Several cold, grand voices, filled with unparalleled arrogance, boomed in the Void Realm.

Rumble—!

The sea surface trembled, and dozens of terrifying Domains of various colors, emitting suffocating pressure, suddenly opened in the densest part of the crowd!

Those were true tenth level powerhouses!

They finally stopped hiding, stopped observing.

Because those two extreme realm monsters had left, this sea area was once again under their rule.

"Scram!"

A tenth level powerhouse, his body wreathed in purple lightning, waved his hand casually.

The Lightning Domain rolled over like a bulldozer. The hundreds of ninth level powerhouses in front of him didn't even have time to scream, directly electrocuted into charcoal by the violent lightning, falling into the sea like dumplings.

This was just a microcosm.

Dozens of tenth level powerhouses, like dozens of human meat grinders, brutally and domineeringly carved out bloody paths through the chaotic crowd, leisurely stepping onto the Ascension Road.

This was the suppression of Realms.

Before the extreme realm monsters, they might have to bow their heads.

But before ordinary eighth and ninth level powerhouses, they were gods!

"Where are the Dao Protectors! Escort the Dao Child to the island!"

At the rear of the human faction, the foundations of the various Grotto-heavens and Blessed Lands finally revealed themselves.

Several elderly powerhouses with ancient auras and clearly limited Lifespans, jointly sacrificed damaged ancient treasures, burning their last flames of life, and forcefully tore open gaps in the tenth level powerhouses' Domains.

"Go! Don't look back!"

An old man, covered in blood, blocked the siege of three Drowned Ones powerhouses, roaring as he pushed his young Saint into the light gate.

"Elder!!"

The Saint's eyes were filled with tears, but he dared not hesitate, gritting his teeth and rushing in.

The slots were decreasing at a terrifying speed.

Five hundred... three hundred... one hundred... When the number of slots dropped below fifty, the entire True Sea completely turned into a Shura field.

Reason? That was something only the dead possessed.

Allies who usually called each other brothers backstabbed one another, masters and disciples turned against each other, lovers drew swords.

Everyone was gambling, gambling that they could squeeze in before that door closed.

"Nine hundred ninety-nine..."

That grand, cold voice was like a grim reaper's countdown.

The last human Martial Artist, covered in blood and missing an arm, used his last ounce of strength to stagger and lunge into the light gate.

Om—!

The moment his heel stepped in.

The entrance to the Ascension Road suddenly shook, and the originally gentle golden light instantly transformed into an indestructible golden barrier.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Dozens of powerhouses who were half a step too slow slammed hard into the barrier.

There was no suspense.

Like flies hitting a high-speed train, their protective spirit source instantly shattered, blood spurted wildly, and they were violently flung back like broken sacks.

"No!! Let me in!!"

"I was only one step away! Just one step!"

"Please! Just one more slot!"

On the sea, the survivors looked at the unscalable, completely sealed Immortal Road, letting out heart-wrenching wails and roars.

However.

That grand voice, with emotionless coldness, pronounced their fate.

"The Ascension Road slots are full."

"Everyone, please return."

Above the True Sea, the scent of blood was thick and pervasive.

This struggle for the Ascension Road concluded with the luck of a thousand people and the despair of tens of thousands, drawing a bloody end.

The blood and clamor from the outside were completely isolated by a light curtain.

Inside the Ascension Road.

There were no waves here, no sky, only a winding white jade staircase leading upward, seemingly to the end of the Universe.

Surrounding it was the Chaos Void Realm, dead silent.

Ascension Road

"Hoo... hoo... hoo..."

Xiao Yan leaned on the crimson long spear with both hands, sweat streaming down his chiseled jaw like broken pearls, splashing onto the white jade steps.

It instantly evaporated.

This was the 555th step.

Each step was like a great mountain pressing on the Soul.

That kind of pressure didn't act on the physical body, but directly tested one's will.

"Hoo... hoo..."

Xiao Yan leaned on the crimson long spear, sweat pouring down his stern face like rain, dripping onto the white jade steps and instantly evaporating.

His legs trembled slightly. Each time he lifted a leg, it felt like it was filled with lead, or like he was carrying a great mountain.

"Brother... I... I can't go on..."

Beside him, the formerly lively and adorable Xiao Ling now had a face as pale as paper.

She clutched Xiao Yan's clothes tightly, her large eyes no longer holding the excitement she had earlier when looking at Lu Sheng, only pain and confusion remained.

The Soul pressure here was too heavy for someone her age.

"Hold on!"

Xiao Yan gritted his teeth, his voice hoarse, "This is the only... chance to cross class! Ling'er, think of Father, think of Fenhai City!"

He looked up.

Up there, clouds swirled.

Those above the five hundredth step were basically the cream of the crop among ninth level Peaks.

But this was already their limit.

Further up, that was the Domain of "Kings".

And behind them.

Between the 400th and 500th steps, was the true living hell.

Countless powerhouses who were also Prodigies in the outside world were now sprawled unattractively on the steps, using both hands and feet, moving upwards with difficulty like worms.

Some bled from their seven orifices, some looked insane, waving their weapons at the air.

Some even couldn't bear the pain of their Soul being squeezed, screaming as they tumbled down the steps, falling into the endless Chaos below, directly losing their qualification.

This was the cruelty of the Ascension Road.

It didn't look at background, didn't look at resources, only at the purity of the Soul.

The gaze continued upwards.

The 600th step.

The air here was as viscous as mercury.

Figures with terrifying auras were struggling to trek forward.

They were tenth level powerhouses.

In the outside world, they were world-destroying overlords, arrogant Kings.

But here, they too were bent by the omnipresent ancient will.