Battlefield

"When..."

Finally, the trial ended. A bell rang throughout Saint Demise Island. Time was up, and all trial participants had to leave this place, or they would be sealed here.

People were at each exit; powerful figures from various star regions emerged from Saint Demise Island, some heavily injured, others radiant with energy.

However, the first group of people were immediately surprised when they saw Zhou Tong.

I was waiting at the door and came out as soon as possible, but someone else came out even earlier than me?

"No way... Could this person have broken the restrictions on Saint Demise Island and come out ahead of time?" someone whispered.

His voice wasn't loud, but everyone present was either Half-Saint or a true saint; who couldn't hear him?

Everyone was shocked; this was tremendous news.

The restrictions on Saint Demise Island have been broken, and someone has defied the heavens to break free; it's terrifying.

"He entered Zone 1, but I saw him in Zone 49. The tens of millions of pounds of restrictive shackles had no effect on him at all. Moreover, he killed a Half-Saint Beast with a single slap."

"The restriction weighing tens of millions of kilograms couldn't affect it in the slightest? Truly worthy of the Azure Heaven Hegemonic Body, a monstrous physique, and unimaginable physical strength!"

"I also saw him enter the Forbidden Zone of Zone 50. I don't know if something inside the Forbidden Zone made him come out early."

Everyone was extremely wary of Zhou Tong, so much so that almost no one dared to approach him, and they even spoke to each other through telepathy.

After everyone had come out, the Grand Commander gave Zhou Tong one last deep look, then took out an iron plaque, flicked it, and threw it at Cang Yu, emitting a soft holy light that covered Saint Demise Island.

After a while, he took back the iron token and said, "The survivors have all come out. This trial is over."

"Twenty-one are dead. Let's get going," the commander-in-chief said.

This time, the focus is on comprehending the Great Dao, not on a battle of the strong. Furthermore, people are consciously dispersed across forty-nine regions, so there won't be too many conflicts.

Even so, twenty-one people still lost their lives, demonstrating the cruelty of the Trial Path.

"Only twenty-one people died, and three of them were killed by me when they ambushed me. The mortality rate isn't high!" Zhou Tong said thoughtfully, probably because the number of people killed this time was small.

"However, having reached the pinnacle of sainthood, my foundation is exhausted. Next, I should hone my skills and accumulate more foundation for the Saint King realm... It's time to consider studying the second scripture." Zhou Tong thought to himself.

After returning to the ancient city from the Saint Demise Island, Zhou Tong remained quiet and didn't say much. He simply sat quietly in his resting place, contemplating the Great Dao.

Finally, on the seventh day, the ancient horn sounded, vast and distant, summoning all the trial participants. An altar appeared, sitting in the sky, flowing with a hazy light.

"All trial participants may proceed!" The ever-irresponsible Guiding Envoy appeared and announced that they could move forward.

"My lord, I am willing to stay here and continue to hone my skills!" Several other trainees immediately spoke up from the crowd.

These words immediately shocked many people.

This time, they truly felt an unimaginable sorrow.

The first group of cultivators who entered this place at the same time as him finally started to fall behind.

The Guiding Envoy a signal, and immediately a commander waved his hand and threw out several sets of Black Iron Armor, saying, "If you want to stay here, you must serve here for a thousand years! Wearing the armor, you will be the guardians of the First Pass of the Human Race."

"Yes, sir!" The cultivators who were clearly too weak to continue immediately put on their armor and stood behind the commander.

Countless people sighed for a moment, for a once-proud talent had ultimately fallen into ruin.

They were all peerless geniuses in their respective star fields and worlds of life, but after only First Pass of the Human Race, they realized that they were still far from being true geniuses.

This is an extreme contrast.

From a high-ranking genius, he suddenly fell into the life of an ordinary person.

Many people cannot accept these things.

However, Zhou Tong didn't think that much about it. If he couldn't bear the contrast between the prodigy and the weak, staying here was a good thing, at least there wouldn't be so much bloodshed on the road ahead.

Shaking his head slightly, Zhou Tong resolutely stepped onto the altar and continued along the ancient path.

"Brush!"

He stepped out of the Void the Great and into the vast world. Before him, the sounds of battle shook the heavens, and corpses littered the ground, a scene of utter carnage.

"Kill them..."

This place is practically an ancient battlefield of gods and demons, filled with shouts of battle, powerful magical artifacts flying everywhere, banners fluttering, and savage beasts roaring, shattering the heavens.

"As expected, this is the place where the Source of Dao is produced." Upon seeing the blood-red battlefield, Zhou Tong immediately understood.

This is the training ground between the first and Second Pass of the Human Ancient Road, and also the place where the Source of Dao is produced.

The Source of Dao is related to tribulation and is a supreme immortal object that enhances potential and realm. Anyone who obtains the Source of Dao will eventually be able to cultivate to the Ninth Heaven the Saint King, no matter how incompetent they may be.

Legend has it that this region has given birth to thirty sources Source of Dao the Source of Dao throughout the ages, though some say forty-nine. However, most of them have already been obtained by the ancients, making them extremely rare.

Many talented and powerful individuals who embarked on this path did not continue forward, but instead chose to further cultivate and break through here, seizing the Source of Dao.

This place can be described as a first-rate treasure land in the world, where powerful figures emerge in great numbers. Countless cultivators linger here, waiting for the birth of the Source of Dao, hoping to seize the supreme Fortune here.

"Boom!!"

As soon as Zhou Tong appeared, he was met with a terrifying attack, with several magical artifacts hurtling towards him. There was a jade-green sacred cauldron, a Purple Lightning Hammer, and several flying swords.

At the same time, Zhou Tong let out a long roar, like the cry of True Dragon, directly shattering all the magical artifacts rushing towards him.

Instantly, everyone on the battlefield turned their attention to Zhou Tong.

Zhou Tong did not stop the dragon's roar, but added another bit of divine power. Instantly, the sound of the dragon's roar was like a surging river, like a hurricane sweeping Myriad Mountains, sweeping away everything, containing an unparalleled domineering aura of "I am the only one who can do it!"

"Buzz!!"

On the battlefield, everyone was shaken to their core. A deafening dragon roar resounded across the battlefield like Myriad Daos bell, with countless sound waves surging and numerous Dao Pattern patterns contained within. The earth was like a vast ocean, with soil and rocks undulating, resembling a tsunami that swept up into the sky.

With a roar, his blood energy surged to the heavens, like demonic clouds obscuring the sun. The sound waves shattered the entire sky, demonstrating just how powerful he was.

"Boom!"

Just then, a massive figure, as tall and imposing as a mountain, charged forward and engaged Zhou Tong in close combat, a physical battle.

This Ye is a Saint of the Ninth Heaven, a monster born from a piece of divine iron with a spiritual Form Transformation. His physical body is incomparably strong, making him the most ferocious being on this battlefield.

In an instant, the sky was shattered, as if two Star Scripture had collided. The aftershocks were widespread, shaking all directions, and the rumbling sound was incessant.

"Puff!!"

However, after fifteen punches, the tall figure flew out like a tattered rag, his proud body deformed by Zhou Tong's blows.

Zhou Tong lunged forward and unleashed Hegemon Fist, striking the incredibly terrifying metal saint.

"Roar..."

This massive body, as tall as a mountain, flew out horizontally with a roar, causing the surrounding clouds to collapse and fall like a great mountain.

The man coughed up a mouthful of blood, which contained a unique metallic luster, like thousands of Mars piercing the sky. At the same time, a terrible hole appeared in his chest.