Chapter 650: The Illusory Realm of the Battlefield of Myriad Races Appears; Clearance Conditions!
Ye Tian's punch purified the Blood Demon from the chaotic blazing sun.
He absorbed the crimson light containing the Crimson Blood War King's body-refining insights into his own body.
He did not refine it immediately; the vast profound meaning, like hundreds of rivers flowing into the sea, naturally merged into the origin of his physical body, transforming into countless tiny runes that were imprinted deep within his blood and bones.
The slight damage from the previous fierce battle was instantly replenished, and his aura became even more harmonious and profound, giving him an even higher level of control over his physical strength.
Ye Tian's eyes flashed like lightning, radiating divine brilliance.
He stood still for a moment, as if savoring this new gain, a fleeting glint of light flashing in his eyes, a mixture of chaos and crimson blood.
The battle with the Crimson Blood War King further advanced his understanding of the physical body.
However, the progress was not as great as he had imagined.
Even the Crimson Blood War King, the guardian of the seventieth level, was not qualified to be his whetstone.
But... the strength has already become apparent.
Perhaps... there will be a surprise on the eightieth step.
The deathly silence below continued, as countless geniuses remained immersed in the invincible divine power of the "Chaotic Blazing Sun Fist," which opened up the universe and incinerated all things.
His Daoist heart trembled, unable to extricate himself.
However, Ye Tian didn't give them much time to reflect.
Ye Tian raised his head slightly, his gaze once again fixed on that seemingly endless, high place where the oppressive aura was so heavy that even a supreme being could not breathe.
From the seventy-first to the seventy-ninth step, the clouds and mist were so thick they seemed to be impenetrable, as if countless ancient eyes were staring into the distance, and a terrifying aura that sent chills down one's spine lurking within.
But for him, all of this seemed to be a smooth road, and nothing could stop him from moving forward.
"I hope the eightieth step will bring me some surprises."
Ye Tian lifted his foot again.
The moment his foot landed, the Crimson Blood Battle King's profound meaning that he had just absorbed began to operate on its own, creating a strange resonance with the ancient laws of the Heavenly Ladder!
He didn't use his full strength; he just took ordinary steps, but the ancient bluestone steps beneath his feet emitted a gentle hum.
The immortal runes lit up, no longer acting as an obstacle, but rather as if actively guiding his steps!
With one step, his figure blurred, and space folded beneath his feet.
Seventy-one, seventy-two, seventy-three...!
His speed was even more effortless and natural than any of his previous attempts at taking ten steps at a time.
It was as if the latter half of this ladder to heaven was the true return journey for him, and it was incredibly easy.
The crowd below, who had just barely recovered from the shock of the Chaotic Blazing Sun Fist, were immediately stunned by this horrifying scene once again, leaving them utterly bewildered and unable to believe it.
"Again...again!"
"Holy crap, after level 70, you can still advance ten levels at a time?!"
"He instantly absorbed the Crimson Blood War King's profound techniques, which further enhanced his compatibility with the Heavenly Ladder?!"
A sharp-eyed elder noticed something amiss, his voice trembling. What kind of enlightenment was this!
It can be called the first of all time, unprecedented in history!
Seventy-four, seventy-five, seventy-six...!
Ye Tian moved through the dense clouds and terrifying pressure with ease and grace!
That immense pressure was enough to stop even the Great Emperor, that impact of the laws was enough to crush even the soul of a Supreme God.
It was completely ineffective against Ye Tian and could not stop his progress.
Seventy-seven, seventy-eight, seventy-nine...!
Under the gaze of countless almost stunned eyes, his figure pierced through numerous obstacles, took a step, and landed steadily at the top of the eightieth step.
Ten steps at a time! Now we've reached the eightieth step!
This time, there wasn't even a gasp of surprise.
Many young prodigies, including the elders in the void, were already numb, instinctively staring blankly at that figure, their minds completely blank.
Eighty steps!
This is a height that exists only in the oldest legends!
Since the War God Academy was first recorded, no one has ever reached such a height!
Many people even doubt whether the next twenty levels really exist!
Today, not only have people arrived, but they have also climbed up ten steps at a time in a way that crushes everything and ignores the rules!
Just as Ye Tian stepped onto the eightieth step.
An unprecedented change has occurred!
The entire Heavenly Ladder, from the first to the eightieth step, with its countless immortal patterns imprinted on all the ancient blue stone platforms, simultaneously erupted with a dazzling divine light that pierced through heaven and earth!
"Boom!!!"
A grand, ancient, and utterly desolate horn sound seemed to echo from the very end of the long river of time.
It transcends time and space, resonating deep within the soul of every living being!
Immediately afterwards, the sound of war drums thundered, one after another, growing denser and louder, until they finally merged into a deafening symphony of war!
The sounds of metal clashing, gods and demons roaring, stars shattering, and all spirits crying out... countless sounds of the battlefield intertwined together!
The entire stairway to heaven was completely submerged by endless divine light and war-like phenomena!
That grand and indifferent voice of the Great Dao resounded once more, but this time, it was filled with the chilling and desolate atmosphere of war and conquest.
"Ascend the eightieth step and touch the edge of the battlefield of all races."
"The Eightieth Trial: The Illusory Battlefield of Myriad Races!"
"Rules: Within the illusion, the battle imprints of ancient gods and demons, and powerful beings of all races from the battlefields of the heavens will be manifested."
Defeating imprints of different realms will earn corresponding points: Emperor realm imprint, 10 points; Supreme realm imprint, 5 points; Saint realm and below, 1 point.
"Collect 100 points to pass the level!"
"Warning: The illusion is dangerous. All the marks have real killing power. To fall in it is to die!"
The words of the Great Dao had barely faded when, before the crowd could even process this astonishing information...
Its voice paused slightly, then resounded again, covering the entire area of ββthe Heavenly Ladder.
"Given that a trial participant was the first to reach the 80th level, triggering a hidden rule."
The Battlefield of Myriad Races Illusion is now open to all trial participants of all ranks!
"Anyone who ascends the Heavenly Ladder, regardless of their current level, can communicate with the ladder through their thoughts and choose to enter the illusionary realm for a challenge!"
"Anyone below level 80 who fails the challenge will be immediately removed from the Ascension Ladder and disqualified!"
"Successfully completing the challenge will earn you corresponding points and insights, but you cannot directly pass level 80."
These words caused an uproar in the previously silent square!
"The Battlefield of Ten Thousand Races Illusion?! There's actually such a trial!"
"Defeating the Emperor's Mark grants 10 points? A Supreme 5 points? This... how is this even possible?!"
"Open to everyone?"
My God! This is a golden opportunity to comprehend the fighting styles of ancient gods and demons, and the strongest warriors of all races!
"But failure means being kicked out, the risk is too great!"
The hearts of many talented individuals were pounding with excitement, for opportunities and risks coexisted!
Especially those geniuses who were stuck at the forties or thirties and had no hope of advancing, their eyes suddenly gleamed!
This may be their greatest opportunity to ascend the Heavenly Ladder!
Su Chen, the Crown Prince of Yama, and many other top geniuses from the Eternal Immortal Realm who had broken through to the next realm also had their expressions change and their eyes flicker.
They yearn to clash with the ancient powerhouses to prove themselves, yet they fear the risk of being eliminated if they fail.
Everyone's gaze involuntarily focused once again on the figure above the eightieth step, the one who had caused all this change.
Ye Tian stood on the eightieth step, surrounded by vast war phenomena and divine light.
Despite the sudden change in the rules, he showed no surprise, as if he had expected it.
Without the slightest hesitation, the moment the voice of the Great Dao fell, he spoke calmly, his voice carrying clearly.
"can."
One word to indicate acceptance.
They accepted the eighty-step test and tacitly agreed to the rule of opening the illusionary realm to everyone.
As he finished speaking, the endless divine light and war phenomena in the center of the eightieth step suddenly collapsed inward, transforming into a gigantic, endlessly spinning chaotic vortex!
Within the vortex, countless phantoms of gods and demons could be vaguely seen battling, powerful figures from all races clashing, mountains of corpses and seas of blood, stars collapsing! That was the entrance to the illusionary battlefield of all races!
At the same time, all the geniuses climbing the Heavenly Ladder felt a clear thought: with a thought, they could choose whether or not to enter the dangerous illusion.
After a brief silence and hesitation.
"Let's take the risk! Fortune favors the bold!"
One of the royal prodigies, stuck at the forty-eighth step, gritted his teeth and used his mind to communicate with the Heavenly Ladder.
His figure vanished from the forty-eighth step in an instant.
Once someone took the lead, it immediately triggered a chain reaction!
"It would be good to go in and see for myself!"
Even defeating a Saint Realm Mark is valuable experience!
"Be careful, and act within your capabilities!"
One after another, figures disappeared from different ranks, being guided into the chaotic vortex.
This also includes top talents such as Su Chen and Crown Prince Yama.
Their eyes were resolute, clearly unwilling to miss such an opportunity.
Soon, the ladder to heaven became much emptier, with only a few prodigies who lacked confidence in their own strength or were extremely cautious remaining hesitant and observing.
The elders on the high platform were both nervous and expectant.
"The illusion of the battlefield of ten thousand races was triggered ahead of schedule, this kid is truly..."
"Very well, let these juniors experience the cruelty of the battlefield of the heavens and the methods of the powerful beings of all races in advance!"
"But... how will Ye Tian choose to gain points? Will he directly challenge the Emperor's Mark?"
Everyone's consciousness was involuntarily drawn to the chaotic vortex that connected the illusion of the battlefield of myriad races.
Within the illusion lies an incredibly vast and dilapidated ancient battlefield.
The sky was a somber, dark red, and the earth was riddled with bottomless ravines, broken divine weapons, enormous skeletons, and dried-up, dark red rivers of blood.
The air was filled with the lingering stench of blood and a frenzied killing intent.
At this moment, in different areas of this battlefield, young figures were randomly teleported in.
They immediately felt the heavy, mountain-like battlefield aura and the omnipresent sense of danger.
"Roar!"
Not far away, a towering, hundred-foot-tall divine demonic mark, covered in bone spurs and exuding a supreme aura, roared as it charged toward a newly arrived prodigy. Its terrifying aura instantly turned the prodigy's face pale!
The battle breaks out instantly!
Many other exceptional talents, however, are carefully observing and searching for suitable prey.
However, just as everyone was getting used to the environment, and before they could even see the situation around them clearly.
At the very center of the battlefield, in the area where the malevolent energy was most concentrated and space itself was distorted.
Ye Tian's figure appeared quietly.
He didn't even look around; he just stood there calmly.
They seemed to think that waiting like this was too slow.
He slightly raised his eyes, gazing into the depths of the sky above this battlefield, and then slowly... released a trace of his own aura.
That wasn't deliberate suppression, but rather a refusal to perfectly restrain itself, allowing it to be tempered to its extreme through countless battles.
The blood and will of the Supreme Ninth Heaven Peak, imbued with the Daoist essence of chaos and blazing sun, naturally spread out.
To this illusion formed by battle imprints, this aura was like a blazing sun, radiating endless light and heat, being thrown into the dark, silent depths of the ocean!
"Ouch!!!"
"Roar!!!"
"hiss!!!"
In an instant, the entire illusion of the battlefield of myriad races, centered on Ye Tian, ββerupted in chaos!
Countless powerful auras suddenly awakened from all directions, from the depths of the earth, and from the cracks in the void!
A barrage of gazes, filled with killing intent, fighting spirit, and a frenzied will, instantly locked onto the figure in blue robes at the center of the battlefield!
One, ten, a hundred, a thousand...
Countless, densely packed marks of gods, demons, and powerful beings from all races, like sharks smelling blood, transformed into terrifying streaks of light.
Tearing through the sky, they pounced on Ye Tian from every corner of the battlefield!
Among them were even several powerful pressures, far exceeding those of the Supreme Realm, that made the entire illusion tremble!
"Has he...has he gone mad?! Is he actively attracting all the marks?!"
"So many! And the Emperor's mark too! He'll be overwhelmed in an instant!"
The other prodigies, who had just entered the illusion, were still proceeding cautiously.
Seeing this terrifying scene of a doomsday tide surging towards the center, they were all terrified and turned deathly pale!
However, Ye Tian, ββwho was at the very center of the storm, faced the overwhelming and terrifying torrent that could make even a true immortal change color, simply clenched his fist slowly.
Instead of fear, a glimmer of interest finally flickered in his eyes.
"This way, we won't have to search for them one by one."
