Chapter 283: One Sword!

Just as Ye Wuque was swept up by the redirected guiding light beam, rushing toward the unknown and vast trial ground of the Young Supreme.

Ziyang Shen's guiding light beam traveled through the Void.

The originally stable trajectory suddenly rippled violently, as if disturbed and pulled by some invisible force!

Hum!

That familiar, boundlessly vast will descended once more, resonating precisely in the depths of his mind.

"Trial-taker Ziyang Shen..."

"Based on your performance in the Saint King trial..."

"As judged by the Supreme Divine Hall..."

"You meet the special conditions for cross-boundary trials..."

"Special permission is hereby granted..."

"Exceptional admission..."

"Endless Slaughter Trial!"

Endless Slaughter Trial?

A look of astonishment immediately appeared on Ziyang Shen's face.

He had actually been selected by the supreme will of the Great Thousand Divine Universe to undergo the Endless Slaughter Trial, different from the Saint King trial?

Without the slightest hesitation, Ziyang Shen responded in a low, firm voice: "I agree to go!"

"Coordinates corrected... transmission... begin!"

Boom!

The light beam he was in likewise deflected violently, tearing open another passage leading to an unknown slaughter battlefield, carrying him away at high speed.

Within the light beam, Ziyang Shen slowly clenched his fists, the corners of his mouth curving into an arc brimming with fighting spirit: "More slaughter... stronger opponents... just what I want!"

At the same time.

The guiding light beam carrying Ye Beichen underwent a similar anomaly almost simultaneously.

That grand will resonated, but the content was entirely different:

"Trial-taker Ye Beichen..."

"Based on your performance in the Saint King trial..."

"As judged by the Supreme Divine Hall..."

"You meet the special conditions for cross-boundary trials..."

"Special permission is hereby granted..."

"Exceptional admission..."

"Lost Time-Space Trial!"

"Lost Time-Space?" A glimmer of interest appeared on Ye Beichen's strikingly handsome, almost bewitching face.

His fingertips tapped lightly against the three Divine Universe treasure boxes floating before him, profound light flowing in his eyes.

"It sounds far more interesting than this Saint King trial."

He murmured to himself with a cynical laziness: "I just wonder whether, within these Time-Space Fragments lost for countless ages, there might be something that can bring me... a genuine surprise?"

He did not resist; instead, he voluntarily relaxed his body and mind, accepting the corrected coordinates.

"In that case, I shall go and see."

Whoosh—!

The light beam carrying him likewise changed course, plunging into a bizarre passage composed of countless fractured Time-Space Mirror images, grotesque and dazzling.

Clearly, the will of the Great Thousand Divine Universe did not favor Ye Wuque alone.

These supreme Heavenly Prides who had displayed special potential or qualities in the Saint King trial all had the chance to be selected and cast into higher-tier trials better suited to them and more capable of unlocking their potential.

And this, too, was one of the methods by which the Great Thousand Divine Universe gathered the true elites of Zhutian Wanjie.

Meanwhile, in the Saint King trial, the eighth battle zone world of Dijiuguan.

The trial here was also nearing its end, and the final ten victors were about to be born.

However, the atmosphere throughout this battle zone world was entirely different from the others.

An invisible, suffocating oppression and awe pervaded heaven and earth.

All the surviving Heavenly Prides, no matter where they were, found their gazes—openly or covertly—involuntarily converging on the same direction—

At the heart of that region, atop the summit of a lone peak, stood a figure clothed in white whiter than snow.

It was a young man, his posture upright as a pine, his features handsome and refined, his eyes clear and bright, yet carrying a trace of detachment that seemed innate.

He carried an ancient long sword on his back, still unsheathed, yet his entire being was like an unyielding divine sword that could cleave open the heavens!

His name was Feng Caichen.

A Dark Being who, in this eighth battle zone, could make all Heavenly Prides feel despair and powerlessness by his name alone.

From the very first stage of the trial to the present, no matter how brilliantly talented the opponent, no matter how bizarre and powerful the siege, he had not... even drawn his sword!

Sweeping through all the way, unstoppable.

All enemies, all stages, were like paper and clay before him, easily dismantled by that invisible yet incomparably sharp sword intent.

No one could make him halt his steps, much less was anyone worthy of witnessing the splendor of the sword on his back when drawn from its sheath.

At this moment, the contest for the final stage had already concluded.

The other nine monstrous Saint Kings who had obtained the Divine Universe Emperor Crystals floated in midair.

Their auras were vast and imposing; the weakest among them was at the peak of a Seven-Step Saint King, and six of them were Eight-Step Saint Kings mighty enough to look down upon their entire generation!

These nine beings, placed in any universe, would be absolute hegemon-level Heavenly Prides—proud of heart, looking down upon their peers.

But at this moment, as they exchanged glances, each of their eyes carried a trace of bitterness, unwillingness, and... an indescribable madness.

"Fellow Daoist Feng!"

One of them, an eight-step Saint King at peak realm, a Holy Son from an ancient powerful clan, suddenly gritted his teeth and spoke in a loud voice that spread in all directions.

"We nine know that in single combat, we are no match for even a single exchange with you, Fellow Daoist."

"However, with the spirit of youth, we are unwilling to let it end here! We wish to join forces and seek your instruction with a sword! Only to witness your... sword's edge, Fellow Daoist!"

"We ask Fellow Daoist Feng... to grant us instruction!"

The other eight simultaneously clasped their fists, their auras erupting with a boom and merging into one!

The combined force of nine top-tier monstrous geniuses carried enough might to shake heaven and earth, making the entire battle zone world tremble, the laws wailing!

All the Heavenly Prides watching from afar changed color, asking themselves whether under such a combined strike, there was absolutely no reason for survival.

However, Feng Caichen still stood quietly at the peak, his white robes snapping in the gale of their combined aura, yet his face remained calm as water.

He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze sweeping over the nine Dark Shadows in the air who were on full alert as if facing a great enemy, and finally spoke softly, his voice clear and resonant, like the ringing chime of a sword:

"Very well."

The moment his words fell, he did not even raise his hand, nor did he look at the sword behind him.

He merely moved his mind slightly.

"Qiang—!"

A clear, bright sword chime suddenly resounded between heaven and earth, as if coming from beyond the Nine Heavens, yet also seeming to rise from the depths of everyone's heart!

A pure, brilliant sword radiance, as if capable of severing Causality and destroying Reincarnation, appeared between heaven and earth without any warning!

It was not vast, yet incomparably condensed.

It was not swift, yet it seemed to transcend Time.

The sword light flashed and vanished.

There was no earth-shattering explosion, no heaven-destroying, earth-annihilating tidal wave of energy.

The nine monstrous geniuses in the air, whose combined strike had just reached its peak, whose divine arts' radiance had not even fully bloomed, froze in place simultaneously!

The surging, roaring power around them, the protective divine arts they prided themselves on, the powerful Divine Weapons they had summoned... before this sword light, were like ice and snow under sunlight, silently... completely dissolving and annihilating!

The nine Dark Shadows, like kites with severed strings, fell from the air at the same time, crashing heavily onto the ground; though they did not perish, they had completely lost all combat power, their eyes holding only boundless shock and bewilderment.

They had not even been able to see how that sword came, let alone understand how they had been defeated.

Dead Silence filled the entire field.

A dropped pin could be heard.

All the watching Heavenly Prides stood frozen in place, scalps numb, souls trembling.

A casual sword... no, he had not even drawn his sword; it was merely a sword light born of a thought, yet it simultaneously suppressed the combined force of nine top-tier monstrous geniuses?!

What kind of terrifying sword Dao was this?

What kind of inconceivable strength was this?

Feng Caichen, was he truly a Saint King?

After a long time, the grand will of the Great Thousand Divine Universe slowly sounded, proclaiming the final victor of the eighth battle zone, and descended the guiding light beam and rewards.

However, the instant Feng Caichen was enveloped by the teleportation beam and about to leave—

An anomaly identical to what happened when encountering Ye Wuque occurred once again!

"Triallist Feng Caichen!"

"Based on your performance throughout the Saint King trial... sword Dao purity assessment... potential determination..."

"Upon judgment by the Supreme Divine Hall... you meet the special conditions for cross-boundary trials..."

"Special permission is hereby granted..."

"Exceptional admission..."

"To the Young Supreme trial!"

"Guidance coordinates... corrected! Teleportation... begin!"