The so-called Trial Road was, in truth, a strange space forged by a Great Power.
More than three hundred trial participants had been placed in separate corners of this space. Their task was to obtain the qualifications to take part in the trial, then leave this place alive.
It sounded quite simple. Under the most ideal circumstances, you would not even need to kill anyone.
But was that really the case?
Of those three hundred-plus people, ninety-nine percent were destined to die. If you did not kill others, others would kill you. Driven by death, people were capable of anything.
Here, you had to learn to fight for what you wanted. If you did not fight, you died.
From the moment they entered, their lifespans had begun counting down. One sixty-year cycle—sixty years.
If they could not cross the sea of suffering and reach the other shore within that time, the Trial Road would close, and everyone left inside would die.
Song Qingxing passed through the spatial gate and entered a strange space ablaze with flowing light. His entire body hung in midair, while beneath him lay a bottomless black abyss that seemed capable of swallowing him at any moment.
He had not used any dharma power, yet he felt as though his feet were planted on solid ground. It was very similar to the Golden Core True Person hallmark of treading upon the void.
The sensation was still rather novel to him.
He raised his head and looked toward the sky.
Clearly, there was no sky in the true sense within this space. Multicolored starlight formed a magnificent, resplendent scene.
Below was an unfathomable dark abyss, while above was as breathtaking as an oil painting.
When he looked around again, there was only emptiness, nothingness, and desolation. Aside from